#itty bitty writes

I am attending this event as a:

○ macro

○ micro - preferred size ___

I am into:

(checkbox list of kinks/body parts etc. ie

□ insertion

□ butts

□ dicks

etc)

I am not into:

(same checkbox list)

I want to be in a scene with

□ multiple macros

□ multiple micros

□ just one-on-one

it looks like fun so you full out the rsvp and send it back

day of the event rolls around. you click the Join Event button. and rather than being taken to a chat room as you expected, you're teleported to an actual physical room that's gradually filling with other people of various sizes.

“So I just… reach in and pick someone up?” Logan asks uncertainly, looking into the box-room. The shrunken people inside appear to be aware of him looking down at them, but don't really acknowledge his presence beyond a few upward glances. He doesn't know how he feels about that.

“Yep!” Remus answers cheerfully. “Don't overthink it too much, you've already got permission: if they're in the box they're up for being grabbed.” To demonstrate, Remus reaches into the box and plucks up a miniature man who had been sitting on one of the benches. “Hi little guy!” he says cheerfully. “See? So easy, go ahead Lo. Pick out a lil toy to play with.”

The man Remus grabbed does not seem at all bothered by being called a toy, nor by being handled like one. On the contrary, he looks interested, and ready to get going.

Logan looks into the box again. There are a decent number of people inside; he's certainly spoiled for choices. There are too many variables to weigh without getting decision paralysis, so Logan focuses on the colors of their caps.

Remus does, and the receptionist types some more, then scans the bands again and slides them across the desk to him.

“Have you visited us before?” he asks Logan.

“No, this is my first time.”

“Alright,” the receptionist says, giving him a gentle smile. “You're going to need to wear one of these bracelets while you're in the facility. They help us to keep track of all our clients, and allow you to find your host”—Remus wiggles his fingers in a cheeky wave—“if you get separated, as well as help you to communicate with the others in your scene and with staff.”

Remus helps Logan put his bracelet on, clicking it around his wrist. It fits more loosely than Logan would like.

The receptionist instructs, “Please place your thumb in the circle on your inner wrist.” Logan does so, and the circle lights up blue. At the same time, the bracelet shrinks, molding itself around his wrist. It's skin-tight now, but somehow not constricting. Logan rolls his wrist, and the bracelet flexes perfectly around it.

“Impressive,” he murmurs, thumbing over the metal band again.

The receptionist smiles, and walks Logan though the particulars of how to use the bracelet. It is sensitive to touch, and tapping it in a particular way will cause his scene partners’ bracelets to vibrate, allowing for communication in scenarios where it would otherwise be difficult.

One long press means I want to stop. Two taps means acknowledged. Three taps means I need a staff member. And if they get separated and he needs to find Remus, he should squeeze both sides, and the bracelet will use a combination of lights and vibration to guide them back together.

Remus assures him that it's just a failsafe, and he doesn't intend to leave Logan's side.

They proceed to the locker room, which looks about the same as any gym locker room Logan's been in before. They pick a pair of empty lockers, and get undressed.

Remus strips quickly and shamelessly, unbothered by the various strangers walking around. Logan is a bit more hesitant, and checks to be sure nobody is watching.

They aren't. Nobody seems to care. And he's about to be walking around in the nude anyway.

Logan strips. He puts his clothes in the locker beside Remus's.

Unlike any other locker room Logan's been in, the locks in this one are based on the bracelets. Once they've closed the lockers, they tap their bracelets against the doors, and with a double buzz of acknowledgement, the locks engage.

They pass through the locker room to the other side, where the path diverges.

“So, which side do you want to start with?” Remus asks, grinning excitedly. “Giants or tinies?”

Part 2: Tinies

Logan hums, considering it. They reach another room, with several doorways leading out. Each has a sign indicating what they can expect to find on the other side. On the far end, there is a set of cubbies with something colorful inside, and an infographic on the wall beside it. Logan can't make out the words from here.

“Do you wanna control the situation, or let the giant take charge?” Remus asks. He's bouncing on his toes, clearly excited to show Logan around. “We can do the glory holes first, let you get used to giant dangly bits slowly, or we can dive in the deep end and do the free use rooms!”

“You're mixing metaphors,” Logan says, considering his options. Remus shrugs. “What would ‘free use’ entail?”

“You put on a color coded cap to indicate what you're cool with, and then a giant picks you up and does what they want with you,” Remus says. “You can tap out too, if you change your mind, but the main communication is the hats.”

“I wouldn't like to split up so soon,” Logan says.

“Oh, no, no!” Remus takes his arm. “We're not getting separated. We're a matched set, you and I, and any giant that wants us is gonna have to take us both.”

“Good,” Logan says. He considers. “I think I'd like to try…”

~

“So, you got any ideas on what you wanna try first?” Remus asks as they reach a large room. There are a few other people present, but it's nowhere near crowded, and the present occupants hardly acknowledge Remus and Logan's presence, much more interested in their current intimate activities.

The room is dotted with several waist high plinths, each of which supports a rectangular box. Roughly half of the boxes have holes in the sides, and the other half have open tops. A man stands near one of these, looking contemplatively into it, his hand hovering over the opening as he decides.

There are benches scattered around the room, some next to the plinths and some separate, and more benches ringing the walls. There are also curtained doorways leading off into what Logan assumes are private rooms. There's a colorful infographic on the wall, but they're too far away to read the words.

“I don’t know,” Logan says in answer to Remus's question. “I haven't considered it in detail yet.”

“Do you want to let the tinies pick?” Remus suggests. “I was gonna say we should grab a couple out of the free use boxes to play with, but we could do the glory holes instead.”

“The what?”

Remus grins. “Yeah, you know, you stick your dick in a hole in the wall”— he gestures at the several boxes with holes in their sides, into one of which someone indeed has stuck their dick—“and do a sex with a random person on the other side. Same as a normal glory hole, except here the other people are only as big as your dick, max, and sometimes there are several of them!”

“I see.”

“You can also give them your ass,” Remus continues, “but it's a bit awkward to get the position right, and you won't always get a taker.”

Logan nods. “And the… ‘free use’?”

“Over here.” Remus leads him to one of the open-topped boxes. Looking inside, Logan sees a miniature room with a tiled floor. Inside that room are several people who can't be more than a few inches tall, mingling as casually as though nothing were out of the ordinary.

Logan's never actually seen shrunken people before, and for a few moments he just stares. They're incredible, human beings in perfect miniature. They look incredibly delicate, though he knows from his research that they are actually absurdly sturdy. Something about the shrinking process making them more compact. It wasn't his field of expertise, and he'd been more focused on other particulars.

“The hats are color coded by what they're into,” Remus explains, and Logan notes that every tiny person in the box-room is fully nude except for what appears to be colorful swim caps. “So you just pick out some that look interesting, and then you can do whatever.”

“I see,” Logan says.

“These guys are the mediums,” Remus adds, and points to another box. “There's larges over there, and itties, there. The glory holes are sorted by size too, so even if you wanna let the tinies pick what you do with them you're gonna have to pick what size to start with, and if you want to mix and match you gotta pull from multiple boxes.”

“Is there a best size?”

“That depends entirely on what you want to do with them!” Remus says cheerfully. “Itties aren't great for anal, cause you can barely feel them, but they are amazing going down the inside of your dick, and the others aren't gonna fit in there. But don't let me tell you what's best. You should experiment and draw your own conclusions.”

“I believe so,” Logan says. “Is there anything else we need before we go to the free use room?”

Remus considers, tapping his chin. “Do you want to be handcuffed together?” he asks. “We're sticking together either way obviously, but it'll be easier to make sure of it if we use handcuffs. It can get slippery out there.”

“That might be a good idea,” Logan says, and Remus leads him over to where the padded handcuffs are kept.

“Which hand do you like to stroke with?” he asks.

Logan's eyebrows go up. “Pardon?”

“Your dick,” Remus says, gesturing down at it. “I dunno if you're gonna get a good chance, but you might feel like rubbing one out, and it's way easier to do that if you don't have a handcuff restricting your movement. I'm pretty skilled with both hands, so we'll go with whichever works best for you.”

Logan feels oddly embarrassed about the question, given that they are currently both naked inside a kinky sex club, and about to have some very kinky sex with a stranger. He tamps down the mortification and answers, “Left.”

“Gotcha,” Remus says, clicking the handcuff onto Logan's right wrist, and then the other side onto his own left wrist. “Okay, now we're ready!” he announces, and leads Logan over to the door labeled: Free Use – Smallest.

The doorway is obscured by a peculiar curtain of light that shimmers and shifts like the shadows at the bottom of a swimming pool. Logan can see indistinct figures on the other side, but only vaguely.

Logan cocks an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned?” he asks.

“Oh, no, no,” Remus assures. “Ignoring boundaries and stops is grounds for getting your membership revoked; the giants will behave. Within reason. It's just a very big experience all at once.”

He tugs Logan over to the cubbies, which he can now see are filled with colorful swim caps, and the infographic on the wall explains what each color means.

“Where do you wanna go?” Remus asks as Logan studies the infographic. The various colors indicate different body parts, with the exceptions of black and white, which are labeled as ‘no insertion’ and ‘observer’ respectively. “You should probably narrow it down to one or two options, if we're gonna be itty. It can get hard to read if you split it up too small.”

“Noted,” Logan acknowledges. “Are colors combined with an and or an or joiner?”

“Not sure what you are asking,” Remus says with a shrug.

Logan frowns slighly, and offers an example. “If I pick a blue and red cap, does that mean I am looking to experience both dick and ass, or either dick or ass?”

“Oh!” Remus says. “Yeah, either dick or ass or both. You're likely to get one or the other, especially as an itty. Sometimes you'll get both though.”

“And if one half is black or white?” Logan asks.

“Those are ands,” Remus says. “Or buts. Like, black and blue means ‘You can rub me on your dick, but don't put me in it!’ But if you do just black, it means you don't care about where you go as long as it's external use only.”

“I see.”

~