My orc partner returns from the battlefield. She drops her axe and shield. A restrained snarl, “Wife. Come.” I’m before her instantly. Her expression is pleased. Firmly, but carefully pushes down on my head. “Wife. Pleasure me.” I submit, and in her language respond, “I obey you, master-wife”

She raises her arm and nods … I can’t resist … I want to keep myself under control, but I’m too weak. My face pressed against her post-workout armpit. “That’s a good girl. Don’t be shy. I WANT my scents all over you.” I can’t get enough. Every desperate inhale only makes me want even more.

Shrinking a city just to rule and dominate is so absolutely delicious. The minuscule citizens can do nothing that amounts to anything useful, but that’s not the point. Their worship and submission serve to feed her ego…

Mind so eagerly bending … It’s not simply that she wants me to think a certain way, but that I embrace her desires. Reality doesn’t change, but through both our efforts … my perceptions do. Her approval is wanted, but so Her Blessing. She is God. God is to be prayed to. Worshipped. Adored.

One of those ridiculous things that create such excitement … A growing dog … so massive and powerful. As big as a house, he could rule over the town.

At the grocery store … The two women blocking an aisle with their carts as they talk and talk … and talk. And me, unable to get past them or reach the item I need. A moment of real smallness and weakness …

The little things that bring delight … Hearing a bird call I never heard before. Looking up and a flock of tundra swans circling overhead. Quite ticked ☺️

To be the meek partner in a relationship. Always enduring and suppressing everything. A brave smile, an encouraging demeanor. And then shrinking… Becoming even more powerless. Wants and needs dwindle to even less consequential proportions. A living doll who still has to smile and stay quiet.

Eating the shrinking pills from her palm as she strokes my hair. I whimper ever so slightly as the first inches dwindle away. “It’s okay to be frightened” she says gently. I look up at her as she coos, “You’ll be mine soon … keep going, sweetie.” The small smirk from above as I resume eating …

Company going through reorganization and all the teams are being scrambled up. Fortunately, me and “Big” Sister are moving to the same team. Imagining her scooping me up and placing me in her pocket. “C’mon squirt, I got ya so don’t worry.”

little creatures under foot #MonsterGirl #TransJoy #WagonWednesday

Smaller and smaller … I amounted to so little before, and now my size is more in line with this reality. She always looked down on me, but now it is literal too. Beneath her. She takes a step toward me, and I move back. Smirk from above. She feels powerful …

Our lips locked and bodies pressed so tightly together … Never felt such ravenous desire. Never cared less what others say. Oh, and as we tear into each other, the growth ray’s energy beam envelopes us …

So many girls all over America drinking super-accelerated growth formula in the most public of places … They already frightened the masses with their mere existence … and now … now they are colossal towers of power … Looming high overhead; pointing and laughing at the fear beneath them …

Wake Up, Lesbians. Can't Kill the Day if You Stay UnderFoot. 💋 #MonochromeMonday #MonsterGrrrls #MonsterGirl

The first snow of the year. So frigid and wet. I huddle against the curb hoping that it’s towering height will protect me from the wind. And then she looms overhead. She sees me … Her expression is one of surprise, but then the corner of her lips turns up slightly and an eyebrow arches …

End of Day Upshot #MonsterGirl #TransJoy

Curvy, buxom secretaries and receptionists … All the stereotypes plus so mean and cruel … Looking up into her sparkling baby blue eyes as I dwindle below her shoulders. An airy laugh as she toys with the handheld device that is shrinking me. “Oh look: there’s a setting to make you dumber too…”

this has been doing something to me since the first post... this is enchanting (and has got me extremely flustered)

Yet more Xena x Callisto from my patreon.com/laurenknight i may be obsessed 🫣

🎵Outside with the cuties…

My wife holding a get-together at our home for her coworkers. As she effortlessly chats with everyone, I scurry about serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres. She smirks while watching me. “Hornier” she mouths. Intense sensations instantly grip me. I’m trembling. “Smaller” I dwindle a few inches …

Was thinking maybe you and me plus a bit of naughty make 2 satisfied adults 😏 Happy weekend peasants of all sizes!

When she’s big enough that she can palm my ass with one hand … Feeling the size and strength as she squeezes … Knowing I can’t stop her from doing what she pleases … and not wanting to anyway.

Standing before her… wearing lingerie for the first time. She lounges upon the bed gazing at me. A smirk. She motions with a finger for me to turn around. The smirk grows when I obey. I’m anxious, afraid. My blushing is like a radiator. She licks her lips… the word drips from them… “Smaller”

I love visualizing someone who already intimidates me … growing bigger … and bigger … My neck craning and gaze going upward as their shadow falls over me. I’m unable to speak; mouth agape …

My office building has really high ceilings … Visualizing really tall coworkers …

Not just being three inches tall, but also apologizing for being so small feels quite right for me.

I have this fantasy … It’s kink. But I suppose it’s based on some deeper needs. Imagining someone becoming The God. Unlike many of my fantasies that involve abuse and other negative aspects, this one is more benign. In this scenario, God is a force of good. Makes the world a better place…

When shrinking to doll-size didn’t turn out to be the fantasy I hoped for … My pleas for her to reverse the spell are met with a snort of laughter though. It turns out shrinking someone to doll-size turned out to be everything she hoped for.

Those initial first moments after shrinking … When the reality of my new life sets in. The rules she establishes: Some are for my own safety, but others … others are her flexing her power over me. There is no debate or compromise. She is big. I am small. I live in her world now.

So very small … Naked … Unconscious in her palm … She looks down at me, and runs a finger softly over my back. “I’m sorry, sweetie. This is really for your own good. You’ll see.” Her fingertip pauses on my exposed butt, and she gives it a push. “And even if you don’t, you’re still all mine…”

Watched “The Martian” last night, and as always, whenever I see Mackenzie Davis in a movie, I remember: oh yeah, I’m in love with her … i.pinimg.com/1200x/e8/2d/...

Six inch rat-girl in jeans and leather jacket. Too easy for her to convince me to shrink… As I dwindle below her broad shoulders, there’s no missing just how buff she is. “Always wanted to look down on a human” She grasps the front of my shirt and lifts. “Gotta problem with that, small-fry?”

I don’t want to be a god, but I would like to have godlike abilities in order to fuck up this world with all my weird kinky desires.

I used to be her boss Now, my mind is an emptying bucket of mush. All I knew is gone, and all that’s left is remembering the repressed desires to submit. She reclines as I lap at the bottom of her shoes. Her husky chuckle encourages me all the more, “You’re doing good, sweetie. Such a good girl”

Good morning, say it back or I'll beat you up

Shrinking at a strip club. Dwindling to 3” tall while the dancer sitting beside me watches with a knowing smirk. My wallet on the tabletop is still normal size, and she picks it up. “PIN?” She says while holding a debit card. I answer. “You’re smart, I like that. You’ll live longer.”

Colossal gym bro who is so massive and jacked that missiles explode harmlessly off his gargantuan pecs…

Hi! I still exist. Still quite large 😁 Life was lifing me pretty hard for a while. Then, when things halfway settled, I poured all of me into my Big Mom cosplay bc I needed it. (Uh, yeah, I will also share the trailer for it in case you haven't been to my places 😉) 1/2

She’s already tall, and she still wears the highest heels. Being the tallest isn’t enough … she wants to TOWER over others …

6’10” of golden hour glow ☀️

Girls with superhuman strength and powers … Crowds of people parting to allow the most obnoxiously confident woman swagger through. Her stride and footsteps cause several blocks of city tremble. Nobody dares say anything or cross her out of fear of unimaginable levels of super bullying.

The sign outside … “SEE THE WORLD’S TINIEST GIRL!” That’s me. The property of a traveling carnival. On display for paying customers to gawk at. And when I’m not earning money, kept by the tattooed, pierced carny who is entrusted with my care. She’s exploitive and abusive, yet keeps me safe…

cruel/dark cosmic giantess scenario: being an omnipotent goddess, giving reality itself corporeal form so that i can fuck her; a living universe, a collective consciousness who sees and feels everything experienced by the septillions of lives contained within her as i annihilate their little worlds…

Oops didn’t mean to make you fall for me, or did I 🍁

When I’m so tiny and standing on the tabletop below her … She commands me to dance for her. It’s not that she cares about the quality of my dancing, but instead, it’s all about inflicting humiliation upon just because she can.

I’m not sure what inspired it, but I very, very much like the idea of becoming a Krysta version of She-Hulk …

… she bit her lip and felt some anxiety that her control wasn’t as complete as she imagined. The nagging concern was set aside though, and her self confidence reasserted itself … She stood behind me, and commanded with soft, silky authority, “Your paychecks, I want them deposited to my account.”

Looking out the window of a towering skyscraper, and seeing just a bit of her thigh fill the entire view. Even through steel, concrete, and glass, I can feel her body heat. Her various scents at this scale radiate powerfully to those within the building. And then she bends down, and gazes back …