girlfriend cursed me to siphon some of my height into her tits every time she caught me ogling them but it's getting to the point where they're the only thing I can look at....
The curse started out just as a way to tease you. You got so cute when you were flustered and the ability to steal a bit of your height whenever your eyes lingered on her bust made it even easier for her to fluster you, arching her back as they swelled bigger. She could tell when a glance lasted a bit too long as she felt her shirt and her bra get tight, which added even more fun to the mix.
As she got bigger, though, adding cup sizes and draining away your height, she made two realizations:
You got cuter and easier to fluster as you got smaller; and
the bigger she grew, the harder it was for you to look away.
Excitement and arousal coursed through her as she grew bigger and you shrank smaller. Pleasure acted as positive reinforcement, encouraging her to push it further and further. She started intentionally wearing her old bras, loving the way her growing breasts bulged out of the cups and underneath the band. Her wardrobe shifted, making sure to show off her boobs whenever possible, knowing that you'd find her swelling tits irresistible with just a hint of cleavage.
Her new tactics worked. Showing off her boobs made it so much easier for you to gawk at them, which, in turn, stole inch after inch of your height to make them even larger. Going without a bra made it even worse, their constant wobbling and their obscene outline through her clothes an irresistible draw. Your shifting perspective didn't help you, either, as they seemed even smaller from your diminishing point of view.
Your girlfriend insists that the first time was genuinely an accident. She really did trip! You being in front of her and directly in her falling path was purely bad luck. When the two of you hit the ground, your entire head was perfectly nestled between her boobs. There was nowhere to look that wasn't her tits and the curse went into overdrive, shrinking you underneath her and expanding her breasts around you. She had swollen up three whole cup sizes before she pulled you out, in awe of just how small you had become. You swallowed at the sight of her biting her lip, not knowing for sure and yet knowing exactly what was running through her mind. At some point, when you're small enough, you know that she's going to tuck your entire body between her tits and you'll simply have to hope that she pulls you out before you're too small for her to find.
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Once you decide to shrink yourself your buddies are going to find the tallest guy at every gathering and make you stand back to back. That can get old. But what never gets old are those group hugs with your face mashed against someone’s washboard abs and your chest pressing against…parts…lower down.
I have a longer version of this video and story going up on my DA page later today.
The best size for tinies is Thumbelina-sized or smaller. No bigger than a human thumb, which is around two inches.
WAIT, WAIT, before you start throwing crumbs at me (with your tiny, tiny arms), let me explain the reasons why!
1. The most important reason: your giant can FULLY close their hand around you and cover you completely...they can cuddle you in a way that wouldn't be possible if you were bigger. You get the full intimate "palm cuddle" experience. Nothing can get in or out of the giant's closed hand, including you. Which will make you feel even more "owned", more protected, and more cherished. If you're three inches tall or six inches tall, handheld interaction is different, because whenever the giant closes his hand, your head or your feet will still be sticking out--and maybe a lot more than that!--because you're not small enough to be FULLY handheld. It's hard to lie down on the hand and find a position that will accommodate your length. The hand feels less like it was designed for you.
2. Riding in a shirt pocket is more unwieldy and cramped if you're, let's say, four or six inches tall. Also, if your giant leaves the house with you in his pocket, people will clearly be able to see the outline of your body inside it. They'll think your giant has a small animal or an action figure inside his pocket. It's not very good for stealthy transportation. "But if I'm thumb-sized or smaller, I won't be able to see out of the pocket!" I hear you saying.
Well, first of all, you probably shouldn't be sticking your head out of the pocket while there are other people around. Second, being unable to reach the top of the pocket makes you more helpless and more dependent on your giant for everything, which we ALL know is what you actually want! (C'mon, do you really expect me to believe you shrunk yourself to tiny size so you could be INDEPENDENT and capable of doing normal human activities? 😆 That's a pretty strange way to be independent and non-helpless!) Also, if you really have to, you can probably CLIMB to the top of the pocket. (Let's be honest, you most likely shrunk yourself because you wanted to climb things and people anyway. Did I mention that the smaller you are, the easier it is to find handholds and footholds?) And plus, there are some pockets that you can kinda see through...the smaller you get, the easier it is to see through them!
3. The smaller you are, the more likely your giant is to keep a close eye on you and never let you out of his sight--which we ALL know is what you wanted, right? 😉
4. It's easier to hide in general. Duh. It's also easier to explore.
5. And it's easier to be cozy, because there are more nice soft places or objects or crevices that you can fit into or onto. Lying in your giant's hand (or anywhere else on their body) is more comfortable, because the skin and other cushioning is literally thicker when you're smaller.
6. Falling isn't a big deal, because there's more air resistance, and you have less body weight.
7. There are more things you can ride.
8. Have you tried climbing giant fingers or thumbs? You should.
9. It's harder to hug giant fingers or thumbs if you're bigger--and there's less to hug!
10. Every experience is amplified, and it makes everything more overwhelming--which we ALL know is what you wanted!
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(tiny!reader, ambigious relationship/read it however you want.)
A quick AZ comfort fic while I practice writing him. @curledwithin Here's your peepaw.
Typically your nights never consisted of much. You'd get back to Hotel Z, feed yourself and your pokémon, and then collapse in your room. Tonight however, was different. Your day had been nothing short of mildly terrible— you'd been halfway across town when it started pouring rain. You didn't have an umbrella and you hardly had enough money to buy one. You stumbled back into the hotel soaking wet and miserable.
One glance at you and AZ had been beside himself with worry. The second you stepped into Hotel Z he had abandoned his sweeping to fuss over you quietly, helping you peel off your soaked jacket and taking your bag. You were so overwhelmed that you didn't protest. He spoke quietly, careful to not overwhelm you further. He emptied all of your important things out of your bag and hung your jacket up to dry, before sending you upstairs to wash up while he fed your pokémon for you.
The next half an hour felt blurry. It wasn't anything more than showering and putting on fresh clothing, but it all felt like too much. Too much walking, too many noises, too many tasks. The elevator ride back downstairs seemed to take forever, when honestly it was only a few seconds. AZ was waiting at the check in counter, and you could tell he was trying to appear as normal as possible. If it had been anybody else acting like this, you likely would've been annoyed, but… this was comforting.
You barely managed to finish the sandwich he'd fixed you. Food felt unnecessary with how dissasociated you were, but you'd eaten anyways to reassure AZ.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked quietly, taking the plate from your hand and setting it down into the sink. You hesitated, your thoughts too hazy to form a response. You shrugged half-heartedly, rubbing the sleep that began to spot your vision. He reached forward but stopped as his hand hovered over your shoulder. "Would you prefer to go back to your room, or…?" He leaned against the counter, his question lingering in the air.
You thought as hard as you could for a moment. What other option did you have? As if he could sense your confusion, AZ leaned forward lightly, finally letting his hand rest on your shoulder. "If you wanted, I could read to you a bit. See if that'll help calm your mind."
You relaxed instantly at the suggestion. God yes, that would make everything so much better. You nodded and yawned, and for a second AZ's expression was unreadable. The elevator ride was quiet and the walk to his room was even quieter, but his presence was so relaxing that the silence didn't unnerve you.
You'd never actually been in AZ's room before, but it was more bare than you had expected. His furniture was large, all clearly custom made for him. A bed, a dresser with a mirror fixed to the top, a nice bookshelf, a little hanging basket bed for Floette near the window and a nice chair and table in the corner— also near the window. Floette, who had until now been trailing behind the both of you, toddler over to her basket bed as AZ settled himself in his chair. You stared at the both of them, managing a half smile. The scene was endearing.
AZ reached for his book and a pair of reading glasses, which he took care with unfolding and sliding onto his face. He turned his attention from his book to you, and gestured smally for you to join him. You shut the door behind you and walked a little closer, standing in front of him awkwardly. He yawned for a moment, covering his mouth with a hand, before nodding. "Do you think, perhaps you'd be a bit more comfortable if you were smaller?" He hummed, trying not to dance around his suggestion. Your eyes widened slightly. Right! You'd forgotten you could do that.
You laughed quietly to yourself, nodding and walking a bit closer to lean against his arm. He kept his arm steady as you began to shrink yourself smaller and smaller. You had only done this in front of him twice before— once when you had told him about your ability, and another time during a panic attack. Both times he had been perfectly lovely, and more gentle than you would expect from someone so large. His expression remained carefully neutral as you got smaller and smaller, his other hand leaving his book so he could support you and help you climb up into his hand when you were small enough to fit.
His palm was rough underneath you, but the sheer warmth it radiated was enough to make it feel like a space heater. Sleep was just begging to hit you like a ton of bricks. Or perhaps a train. Or a particularly large pokémon.
He kept his movement slow as he raised you up to his chest. "Do you have a preference as to where you rest, little one?" He murmured, his voice surrounding you like a gentle blanket. You barely managed to keep yourself sat up, your eyes half closed as you shook your head. He hummed in acknowledgement and gently deposited you on his shoulder, half hidden by a bit of his hair and snug against the crook. You yawned and readjusted yourself for just a moment, before gazing exhaustedly down at the book in his lap.
You don't remember much after that. You fell asleep maybe a page into his reading, his voice shaking through you like it was a weirdly comforting earthquake. It was too warm to resist— and you felt safer against AZ than you had maybe in your entire life. He'd never let anyone harm come to you. That was all you needed.
