I want you 🫵 to get inside of this and mail yourself to me #sizesky #bluesize

Not my problem!

As my shrunken little doll person, you have to do whatever I want. You’ll be wearing these for the rest of the summer I’m afraid. Don’t make me undress you and put them on you myself #bluesize #sizesky #giantess

🤷‍♀️ we’ll see what mood I’m in when you get here!

I’ll pick out something new before you arrive

Uh oh! The giantess (me) grabbed you on your way to work and made you play dress up with her again. Thankfully, she let you go, but you're still wearing that ridiculous outfit. Do you go to work and hope nobody says anything, or risk being late to go change at home? #sizesky #bluesize #giantess

*Sigh* yes, babe, I know we said we we'd be equal partners after you shrunk. But frankly, I don't see a future for us. Having a shrunken toy of a partner just isn't cutting it for me.

Off to Goodwill. I'm sure someone else will have a lot of fun with you.

#sizesky #bluesize #shrinking #giantess

This is awkward. I just wanted to shrink your bike, but since you caught me I had shrunk you too. I can't have you reporting me, so I won't be unshrinking you.

I'll give you a few days to shape up, but if you won't be nice I'm putting you out at my garage sale. #sizesky #bluesize #giantess #shrunk

the best part of a shrink ray is you get access to unique souvenirs wherever you travel. I assure you all of my new, um, "dolls" are quite happy #bluesize #sizesky #shrinking #giantess

I'm normally quite gentle and friendly with tinies, but I've always liked the idea of shrinking someone so I can make them physically compare themselves to Barbie. Are her proportions wrong? Or are yours? #sizesky #bluesize #shrinking #giantess

TinyCo is proud to announce the release of its dwindling line up featuring the one and only @dwindlingiva.bsky.social ! 😽
#shrunkenwoman #sizesky

(Shout out to @gamesized.bsky.social for letting me play around with this wonderful toy box asset they have been working on! Check out their work!)

there are lots of size patreons I would like to support except every time I go to the store I somehow spend $40. somebody help me manage my finances so I can see new size content

nothing sadder than a tiny who thinks you bought them because you actually like them #sizesky #bluesize #giantess

You glanced again at your yard, which seemed perfectly attended to, with no signs of a giant woman having sat or stepped on even an inch of your property.

You were glad it wasn't broken. You had no idea what she wanted with it, but the image of her toying with your car, pushing it around the streets while she sat in your yard flashed into your mind.

You felt your blood run cold. You felt a bit violated. This giantess - this total stranger - must have watched you head home, and while you were inside, she decided to help herself to your belongings and manhandled your car.

In fact, in the light of day, you could make out a few fingerprints smudged on the exterior of your car.

Some were clearer than others. The one on your driver's seat window was huge, somewhat bigger than the others. It must have been the giantess's thumbprint. She must have picked up your car.

Satisfied, you approached your car and unlocked it. You reached for your car door, and dropped your keys, which jingled dramatically as they hit the pavement below your feet.

There was a *huge*, smudged fingerprint on your driver's seat window.

It was probably paranoia, but who could blame you?

Later, when you prepared to leave for work, you poked your head out of your house and looked left, right, and all around.

No sign of her. Not even any massive footprints in your lawn.

You strained your ears, feeling disquieted. You didn't see her, but you felt like you were being watched.

Was your memory failing? Maybe. But you didn't think so. No, this had to be the handiwork of the giantess. It was a sign, however subtle, that she knew where you lived. But was it a threat? You didn't know, but you certainly didn't feel good.

You always backed in to your driveway. You liked backing in. You never pulled straight in unless you absolutely had to. Yet the car was in reverse - the front of your car faced your garage. You know you had pulled in after work last night, and that it faced the other way when you went for your run.

You tried to move slowly, wary of her spotting you through the window.

You saw nothing. No sign of her.

You sighed. That's when your vision drifted down, towards your driveway, where your car was parked.

and peeked through the window.

You didn't spot anything out of the ordinary. The sun had come up. It was already 7:30 am, and the day looked perfect. There wasn't a giant to be seen.

You glanced around, repositioning around the window to see if she was somewhere outside of your field of vision.

As you got out of the shower to dry off, you decided to peek out of your window. You didn't have a view of the park from where your house was - it was around the corner - but you could at least see if she was lurking around the streets nearby. You snuck into the spare room/home office down the hall

You decided to put the thought out of your head. You had to be at work at 9, anyways, and you needed to get some things done around the house, shower, have your breakfast, and then start your commute. You settled on doing some indoor exercises instead of your run, ate, and then showered.

But this one was calm. She wasn't stomping around. She seemed quite aware of what spaces would be open. Where she sat in the park was empty, after all.

So what did she want? She must have gotten lost. You didn't really know where giants lived, you admitted, but you decided she got lost.

It was *probably* fine, she said. Giants weren't really violent. As far as you knew, any destruction they caused was mostly accidental. A giant accidentally trampled a house in the countryside, for example, or came ashore somewhere in Florida and caused havoc as they sunbathed.

Your heart raced as you ran. You *really* saw a giant. A *real* giant! And she was just sitting in the public park nonchalantly, like she owned the place.

You ruled your morning run out. There was no way you were going back out there. Could you go to work? You didn't know.

She flipped her hair - a jagged, brunette bob - and then smiled at you again. Her left foot seemed to rock back and forth, as though she were keeping the time.

You, of course, turned around and ran straight home.