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i can’t get over boys saying “thank you” during sex. in response to praise or to pleasure. i just love it.

ngl sometimes i forget i can post abt vore bc although i did used to run a gt blog even when i was neck deep in denial i knew vore always felt so explicitly a kink to me. so posting abt size difference? normal. the usual. been doing it for years in some form or another. i wanna fuck tiny people and what abt it. i wanna eat tiny people? bc i get off to that? christ. get in the confessional or bottle that shit up, you keep that in your head or in the drafts. as if the macro kink space on tumblr dot com is gonna point at me from my pillory on the village square bc i think the age old giant eating tiny people shit is hot

NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone

my bravest knighttt... come hither ..... mmmwah !! ok you are dismissed

i love goofy fetish porn situation magic. oh no the brave knight opened a cursed chest and now he has a pussy and the only way to cure it is by shooting a load in him

thinking about you calling me a good toy and getting so horny i need to lie down

horny and laying down is the perfect way for a good toy to be :3

ughhh i’m in such a lipstick giant mood… making direct eye contact with a tiny as you apply it, maybe while at a vanity, gaze flicking between their reflection on the furniture behind you and your lips, taking such care and precision to perfectly line and fill your lips even though you both know you’re about to kiss it off. applying it and wishing it was them pressed against your lips instead. going back to add an extra layer with the knowledge that you’re about to use it to coat them… the feeling of applying kiss after kiss, smooth at first but after so many layers it becomes a bit sticky, dragging lips over skin… the mess of your mouth it makes… marking them all over until the prints aren’t even distinguishable as lips, but nobody could fail to know they’re yours.

being tiny is so awesome i get to be the big spoon and the little spoon at the same time

him: im eight inches btw

me, imagining picking him up and putting him in my hoodie pocket: omggggg you are nooootttt

Kirin and James content I beg non-forceably!

Ily ty anon for giving me an excuse to compile these 🙏I am here to deliver‼️

I need to do more with them also I feel like I should experiment with Kirin more being a whole (admittedly simple and conventionally attractive) monster boy

Some size swap stuff w Laurent and Gabriel. Did he shrink or did Laurent grow idk but either way Laurent remains a simp

lying in bed after jerking it like this

Part 2 of that fanart piece I did earlier!

Hugh kissing his “bicep” (and his small friend!, two in one go) and… well it was a bit of an intense kiss, wetter than he was expecting so his friend got stuck lol. But eh, they don’t mind.

hey whats up man could i flop my dick onto you could i pin you under my dick real quick

oh, I just didn't want to be too greedy with the lipstick! if you're offering more than one... might be a bit hard to wash off, but there's an appeal to everyone seeing exactly who's been having fun with me (perhaps who I belong to), so whatever shade you were going to go for anyways is perfect

oh i am offering plenty. tell you what, why don’t you help me try out different shades? with enough effort we’re bound to find one that looks the best on both of us<3

female/female macro/micro nsft

Daisy's an eager tiny participant in the fight for mixed-size integration, even if her porn-viewing habits reflect different values. When her favorite dominant human actress Ruby Dare shows up at a party, she can't say no to a hook-up. The full-body bruises can be a tomorrow problem.

Human woman roughly dominating a smaller woman.

Robbie grabbed Pat’s arm, pulling her away from an otherwise pleasant conversation with Daisy, and pointed to the woman entering the apartment. “Why the fuck is she here?” he spat.

Daisy glanced to the new guest and was immediately frozen in place. The dark makeup, the slick black hair, the full body of tattoos, one distinct purple snake slithering down her arm and resting its head on the back of her hand… Boy, was she ever familiar with that tattoo. The iconic Ruby Dare. Daisy and all the other brownies were set up on top of a bar to try to put them at some semblance of eye level with the human guests, but even then, the woman seemed to tower over them like no other human could.

“Don’t point!” She smacked his arm down. “She just moved into town, she wants to meet people. And she’s cool.”

“She’s cool ? She’s a living symbol of our oppression, and you greenlit her for a mixed-size party.”

Daisy somehow broke her stare and scoffed. “What? Robbie, it’s porn.”

“It’s rape porn!” he hissed. 

“We have a lot of mutual friends!” Pat rebutted. “You do porn with brownies, you meet a lot of brownies.”

“And I don’t respect any of them either.”

As Pat started yelling something about being a stick in the mud or stuck up or whatever, Daisy’s attention drifted back to Ruby, already leaning on the bar to amicably chat with someone. She was wearing a rich green sleeveless turtleneck, with a light black chain dangling from her neck. Daisy was a little bummed she wasn’t in one of those low-cut tops like in the videos, but obviously that was just a persona. She hadn’t stepped on anyone yet! Wouldn’t be horrible if she did…

“DAISY!”

“Hm. What?”

They both stared at her for a moment. Pat cleared her throat. “I said we’d both be fine talking to her, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” 

Robbie gave her a suspicious look, but didn’t try to stop them from walking away. Daisy tried to hide the pep in her step. 

With the confident air of a hostess, Pat had no issues interrupting the conversation to introduce herself. “Hey, so glad you could make it. I’m Pat, I sent out the invites. You’re Savannah, right?” 

Right. Obviously Ruby Dare wasn’t her real name.

Savannah smiled and nodded over to Robbie. “He’s not a fan of my profession, is he?”

“He’s a good guy, I promise. He’s just all black and white.”

“Hey, I film in black and white sometimes too.” A strand of her hair fell to the other side of her shoulder, and Daisy swore she smelled a meadow. “And what’s your name?”

In her quest to meet Savannah’s eyes again, her gaze briefly diverted to her tits resting on the table and then back up. “Sorry, hi. Daisy. I do a lot of art stuff with Matt.”

“Wait, you’re the one helping with that street art he puts on Instagram?”

She beamed and blushed. “Yeah, sometimes.”

“I’ve seen those around town, I’m obsessed with them! You’re really talented.”

Daisy was properly hot. 

“Craig’s here,” Pat said, “I gotta say hi, sorry.” As she left, she winked at Daisy, and laughed at her futile stammering. Daisy looked back up at Savannah, expression frozen. Savannah snorted.

“I like your hair,” Daisy managed.

“I like yours.”

She bounced the curls in her bob. “Oh, it’s just-”

“No, no, it’s really nice.”

They paused for a moment. The party around them was slowly but surely desegregating itself, and several pairs and little groups had given up on sticking around the bar, humans carrying friends to the couches or out onto the porch. 

Savannah smirked. “You know, I told you that I’m a fan of your work, so I think it’s only fair if you tell me. If you are.” 

Daisy yelped and covered her face.

She giggled. “Maybe that’s a conversation we can have somewhere else?”

She peeked out from behind her fingers, still attempting to futility hide her blush. “Like where somewhere else?”

“Uh… how about my car?”

As soon as they were in the hallway, Savannah’s fingers had already started to sneak up Daisy’s loose shirt. The few seconds Daisy allowed them to say were nearly as exciting as pushing them back down, over and over, requiring a little bit more force every time. She hated to admit it, but Daisy had been a little afraid that “Ruby” was completely fake and that the real woman carrying her would be more interested in gentle kisses and wholesome respectable egalitarian fucking. Which she liked too… but the human hook-ups that paused every thirty seconds to make absolutely sure they weren’t raping her were a bit of a turn off. 

When they made it outside, Savannah held Daisy up to her lips. “What’s your limits?” she whispered. 

Daisy floundered. She had been preparing herself for a kiss. “Oh, uh, um. No breath stuff. Don’t put anything in me or put me inside you without asking. Please.”

She got her kiss, a big wet on the side of her neck, and then a sick chuckle. “Good girl.” Daisy melted. “Are you fragile?”

“Oh, not at all, Miss.”

Her car unlocked remotely, so the second she walked up to it she didn’t have to waste any time ripping the back door open and tossing Daisy to the floor. She landed with an oof . Humans were never this rough with her, they all treated her like porcelain. But this was Savannah’s job, of course she knew that brownies could take an impressive beating.

Before she was even done with that thought, the rubber sole of a sleek combat boot pressed down on Daisy, one of the clean edges squeezing her tit. The car door slammed shut.

Savannah giggled. “Aw, your little white shirt’s getting all dirty!” She grinded it in. “Everyone’s gonna see my bootprint and they’re gonna know what happened.” She bounced her toe, squeezing Daisy’s chest underneath. When it raised just enough to free Daisy’s vision, she could see that Savannah was sitting down with her other leg folded over. Double the weight on Daisy’s little body. The sole’s toe edge dug into her cleavage and she whined. The shirt was already filthy . “That whole party knowing how desperate you are to be dominated by humans...” The edge traveled down to her crotch and Daisy cried out at the tiniest contact. She had just enough freedom to push herself up and kiss the toe. Savannah giggled.

With a little kick, she deftly brought Daisy to the top of her boot and swung her leg onto the adjacent seat. Daisy fell face-first onto the lacings and looked towards Savannah with wide eyes. Her black skinny jeans stretched on and on before giving way to her torso, slumped against the door, her head against the window, biting her lower lip and smirking. “Take those dirty clothes off,” she commanded.

“Y-yes, Miss.” She fumbled to get on her knees and pulled her shirt off as quickly as she could.

“Hold on now. Give me a little show. So impatient.”

Daisy froze with her shirt half-off, covering her face. She pulled the rest of it off slow (couldn’t have been that sexy) and took a moment to look down at her simple bra and think. Putting on her best sultry-but-scared, she looked up at Savannah and reached around to her back to pull apart the hooks and wiggled her back to loosen them up, keeping her arms at her sides to keep the cups in place. Slowly, she loosened them up and allowed a little nip slip before pulling it off and massaging her loose chest. Savannah licked her lips. 

“You want ‘em?” Daisy asked with a touch of faux shock.

Savannah leaned forward and plucked Daisy up, tucking her fingers and thumb underneath Daisy’s arms. Her tongue flickered between Daisy’s nipples, then she took her breasts together in her mouth and pressed them together as she gently sucked. Daisy squirmed and moaned and gripped onto Savannah’s fingers as much as she could. She was barely conscious of her flats being slipped off, one at a time, followed by her socks, but became immensely aware when Savannah shifted her attention to Daisy’s toes. The sensation, her tongue grinding against them, almost too big to slip between, was overwhelming, and Daisy vibrated against her hand.

Her other hand came up to Daisy’s stomach and expertly undid her minuscule fly. Savannah bit her cuff and tugged off her pants, letting them fall to the side and immediately snaking her tongue up her inner thigh. Daisy wriggled and tried to grind down on her, but Savannah pulled back. “Uh-uh. Human comes first. Little things come if they’ve been good.” 

Daisy eagerly nodded. Without warning, Savannah placed Daisy’s torso between her teeth. Daisy had a moment to process before fabric rushed around her, pressing her in at the end, and Savannah was abruptly wearing just a tight black tank top with a lacy bra underneath. Her necklace bounced back onto her chest. She pinched Daisy back out and tucked her down, between skin and fabric, and shoved her even further, past tattoos of bones and flowers until she was face to face with her left nipple. 

She didn’t need a command. Daisy took to it immediately, sucking down on her, feeling it wrinkle and harden. One of her favorite sensations. Outside, Savannah’s arm squeezed her down into her soft skin as her hand traveled into her pants. Her hips bucked, tossing Daisy around, and her moans mounted. “Oh, you’re incredible ,” she hissed.

No, no, Daisy thought. That won’t do at all. Without any forethought, she bit down hard and relished in Savannah’s scream. 

“Oh, you little worm!” Daisy was torn back into the light and pitched onto the floor, like a mouse caught by a frightened housewife. One boot came back onto her chest, muddying up her naked flesh this time, while Savannah rapidly took off her other boot. The feet quickly traded places and Daisy found her head squeezed between two toes. Could’ve smelled worse, but combat boots were never gonna make anyone’s feet smell good . 

“Not much to bite on now, is there?” Savannah pinned her head down with her big toe, totally immobilizing her except for her flailing arms. The foot ground her into the plastic floor. “If this doesn’t teach you anything about respect… When all those humans smell me on you, they’ll know exactly how you’re supposed to be treated.” Savannah moaned and gasped, even stronger than before. “How many of them won’t be able to resist it?” Daisy wished she could touch herself… her pussy was throbbing and leaking through her underwear, and the rough grinding was stimulating her tits just enough to drive her crazy. Savannah’s toes curled in as she screamed, threatening to crush Daisy’s face in. Her foot drove Daisy into the floor harder than ever. 

After a few seconds of sustained pressure, she let up, and Daisy’s hands rushed to her groin. “That is pathetic,” Savannah teased, but her panting undercut the intimidation factor a little. She offered her bare foot in a twisting position, elevating her little toe. “Get off with this,” she ordered. Daisy really had to push herself up, her muscles already screaming at her. It only took a second to figure out the right positioning, and then she lost herself in furiously humping. The rough ridges of her skin and the filed edge of her nail were much more pleasurable than she had expected. Savannah wiggled her toe a little and Daisy finally came, collapsing onto Savannah’s foot.

what if I found you injured outside all by urself and I had to take care of you…. and then I decided that you had become too attached to humans to be released back into the wild

i’ll be so honest if you tried to release me back into the wild i would fake another injury so i could stay in your care. oh nooo i think i twisted my ankle ouch oohhh nooo you have to nurse me back to health again *pretends to faint and collapses into your hand*

macro/micro couples costume ideas

sizeshifter bf: babe can we please have normal sex tonight

me: no. get tiny.

need to get stuck to your lips and covered in lipstick after you ambush me with kisses btw

cmere mwah mwah mwah mwah<3

what a coincidence. i'm a tiny girl and need to be roughly covered in a massive lipstick mark across my entire body asap.

asap, huh? just the one? and what shade would you like that in, little lady?

just put lipstick on and head empty need 2 kiss a tiny girl right this second

Romance to me at least is when power and beauty and absurdity and fear and the sublime and the grotesque all get wrapped together under this ambitious yet deeply true banner of Hugeness. I want to kiss a girl who is Huge. I need to be Small. Etc.