This is a good day to be reminded that women are whatever goddamn size they say (or squeak) they are.

#sizesky

Animated, definitely.

Absolutely me, though nylons also do a lot!

I realize a lot of my sporadic posting here talks about the tiny perspective, and it's often I think due to the stresses of life.

That said, I enjoy acting the service big, making a tiny's dreams come true. Morbid or gentle.

I want to take care of you. Restfully or crushingly. You deserve it.

When life feels like it wants you torn apart, a hot person you can scream for who will not care and crushes you without a thought feels like it means everything. Like they're taking care of you without even trying.

I wish for it dearly right now. I'm sure a lot of us do. Hope it helps you too.(7/7)

Looking up at the beautiful person looking above, begging unheard as their foot presses every nerve you have into an experience that makes everything else unimportant. You are not expected to control anything--you are dust and you ought to flatten. Whole existence under them, left unjudged. (6/7)

I've wondered why the psyche latches onto morbid fantasy, replete with horror and self destruction, but I think what I said about fighting is all of it.

It's screaming into the pillow and punching a wall. Futile, but a release. You get to scream all you want--you'll feel their step anyway.(5/7)

Acceptance is watching their sole crash down and embracing the fate you were always destined for.

Fighting is the screaming, pleading, fear, the release of all that energy into a voice that in reality rarely gets to express it, but here in this moment can scream their scared little heart out.(4/7)

In this moment, for me, it provides a mental space of peace and safety, away from panic and perceived failure. There's nothing you can do, you are going to decorate the bottom of their foot regardless.

The relief can come from either acceptance of my place, or the cathartic energy of fighting.(3/7)

It's the promise of unavoidable intimacy coupled with the relief of not having any agency. The way their shoe or nylons press down, turning into your entire existence beneath them. Asserting a definitive place for you. No questions--you're where you should be.

Flat beneath their pressure.(2/7)

After a traumatizing career event today, thinking about the appeal of morbid size fantasy, unaware, and its intimacy.

Being hopelessly small, ignored on the floor by someone cute deified by their size, and erased by their casual step--it's a cathartic release. (1/7)

Two close friends of mine (married) recently announced they've converted to Christianity and some of the things they've talked about got my hair standing up a little. I feel guilty and want to support their choices but it's hard not to fear what it could do. Hard not to be on guard.

Listen, I'm sure if they really didn't want to be caught so easily they would've escaped better. This is on them, really.

For me, I would say shrinking, crush, giantess are three that I almost always want to see, but I can be a fan of vore done well. One tag that I don't see commonly that is big for me is betrayal, where a friend/partner shrinks the victim for petty reasons and has fun with it at their expense

As someone in my early thirties, you have my empathy. Figuring out specific mystery health sucks. I hope it goes quickly and well for you!

(2/2) Of course, that required that the victim could be found--and it's an open secret that many ended up decorating the bottom of shoes, nylons, casual-wear. Truly a shame, but it never happens anymore, because the condition is reversible!

...Is the official statement.

The official advice from manufacturers in the early days was that if any 'accidents' were to occur, keep the victim in a safe, breathable container until a solution is developed. (1/2)

As someone with disabilities who also has had a rough time and has been re-evaluating career lately, I empathize and I hope for the best for you!!

As someone who has worn a peacoat for over a decade as a favorite coat type, I'm totally normal about this information and not at all made blushy by it, nope

Love the vibes, Mae. The person losing themselves to their hope that maybe it's going to be fine even though the way her feet are shifting isn't likely going to end well.

So may have vanished under them with none the wiser.

My first little mouth play bluesky story I just posted, inspired by @lulufangs.bsky.social

From her perspective, she shrank you and put you in her mouth a few minutes ago and thinking about your little struggles is really funny, and kind of cute. She just got distracted on her phone though, and you're at risk of being forgotten entirely. (9/9)

You never escape. Dream and reality fully merge and time is gone. Eternity stretches before you as she suckles on you, tosses you, rubs your face and body into her tongue, every second of infinite time and this is your new universe that will never, ever, ever, ever, ever stop.(8/9)

Cruelly, you still remember a life before this, and the last thing you saw was the pretty face of the woman who shrunk you and put you here. You slip through decades that do not change you or her. Time starts fully slipping from you. She is forever. She is tasting you. Your face. Your body.(7/9)

Months. What you dream of matches your reality, in brief moments of sleep interrupted by her saliva and her tongue and her laughing and her unending movement. You have no means of keeping track of the passage of time now. Your half-conscious mind is as much your tormentor as she is.(6/9)

Has it been weeks? It's not possible. She would've eaten something else by now. She wouldn't still be focused on you. You wouldn't still be gasping as her tongue slides over your face, your chest, your legs, your face... again. And again. You couldn't possibly still be here.

You are.(5/9)

There is pure, wet darkness coating you while she endlessly rolls you, barely letting you breathe, barely letting you move, but never letting you be still. She laughs at you sometimes, and the brief blinding light of the outside does nothing to help when the darkness closes in so quickly again.(4/9)

How can she be still focused on you? Surely she has other things to do?

It's been more than a day for you. You begin to have micro-sleeps for seconds where you have nightmares of being in her mouth for days before you wake up.

Your mind is struggling to keep track of reality.(3/9)

You soon lose track of how long she's been tasting you. The first minutes are frantic, but you quickly lose energy. Her mouth movements, her tongue, and her snickering, none of it lets you rest. Hours pass. You just want to sleep but her tongue rolling you keeps waking you up.(2/9)

Time distorting in an eldritch fashion for a shrunken micro.

She teased you between her fingers, opening her mouth and pressing you face first onto her waiting tongue. It's the most sensation you've ever felt, all over, and it's utterly overwhelming.(1/9)

#sizesky #mindbreak #mouthplay #giantess