#SizeSky #NSFW peril #VossX
You're large enough to be seen, but not beneath her fur.
And large enough to be felt, barely.
Your task, with size on the line, is to reach from the possum's navel to clit before climax, and in the way are ten thousand quaking, mist-kissed hairs to navigate.
#SizeSky objectification #VossX
After sounds of kissing filter in, a rumbling moan cuts short, "Mmf, not in the mood tonight, dear. Sorry."
"No worries, sweetie."
"But," she says, opening your nightstand drawer to the light, "Why don't you use my toy?" The lioness' hand descends.
#SizeSky #VossX
The house is perfect; you tell the vixen realtor you're ready to sign.
A moment later, you're on a vast, linoleum plain, eye-to-ankle with a mid-forties mouse. She fixes her glasses at you, then lifts her voice to the fox far above, "I'll take it from here, dear."
#SizeSky #VossX
The sun's at your back on the morning commute, and what's ahead defies all sense. Hazed at horizon more than zenith, blue-tinted entirely, a collie's bright face fills all the sky.
Her eyes are keen; her maw's agape with a lolling tongue.
She's drooling.
Forgot to tag this! #VossX
Not a new one, this was from 2021, June 4th. I did a few with kitsune, and really ought to write more.
#SizeSky #VossX
A hike leads to a waterfall's base, occupied singly and completely.
Water showers the husky's head and over her breasts, and smaller falls therefrom pool about his member.
Eyes shut to you, an ear twitches. They, in meditation, smile, otherwise unstirred.
#SizeSky #VossX
8:21 Blessed Bea:
Oh wow
Okay firstly, I'm flattered you want to date!
But
8:27 You:
But?
8:29 Blessed Bea:
I'm subbed
I'm a subsized person. I haven't told anyone online
People suck sometimes
But I'm telling you before this gets serious
That change anything?
#TF #VossX
The sphinx cradles you in the palm of her hand; her other dutifully documents.
"You don't need to be perfect all at once," she tells you, "Self-completion arises from experimentation, as well as insight." She readies liminal magic.
"Now, what would you change first?"
#SizeSky #VossX
Your friend's getting you drinks from their kitchen, when jingling sounds down the hallway.
A raccoon woman, twice your age and a twentieth your height, walks in with shoulder-strapped bells.
"Just passing through!" she cheerily calls over, "You two have fun!"
#Vore #VossX
The collie croons, "Here," and guides your hand to her belly. Your fingers sink into dense fluff and supple fat.
"Do you feel that squish?" she asks you. Her breath cascades across your cheek, "It's even softer inside. Do you want to feel that, too?"
#SizeSky #VossX
The sweet sheep's smile drops as your account comes up. She recalls, "I've warned you twice already to return overdue books."
Suddenly, you're shorter than her fingernail beside you, and the librarian's leaning in to bellow, "Bring them ba-a-a-a-ack!"
#SizeSky #VossX
She's petite, and her feet are smaller still. That, of all things, got you asking the vixen in the club to scene.
Now, they don't seem so small. Carpet rustles between curling toes, each bigger than your head.
She blushes. "Still want to worship them?"
#SizeSky #VossX
"Knew you wouldn't mind my sock drawer!" your friend teases. The husky doesn't have a habitat; this "room" suffices for a weekend stay.
Away from your lonely home.
Smiling in, she says earnestly, "Hey. It means a lot that you asked me—and that you trust me."
#SizeSky objectification #VossX
After you tell your dinner date that she has a little sauce on her face, the collie surprises you by reaching to the smaller tables for something to wipe it with.
"Did I get it?" she asks, past a hand-held snow leopard in a once-white dress.
#SizeSky #VossX
A businessvixen asks if a subway seat is taken. There's a little piece of electronics on it, and you grab it up to make space.
You consider the item, until an errant button-press suddenly makes her very small, and very shocked.
Now, you consider the vixen.
#SizeSky #VossX
The facecam's as much of a draw as the game, as the subsized streamer's wife dominates the bun's background. Particularly during her subscriber incentive: Boob Hat.
The bear's bust takes over. "Newcomers, she's doing *just fine* in there. So! What's up, chat?"
#SizeSky #Vore peril unaware foodplay #VossX
The PSAs made clear the risk in surprising loved ones with your subsized self, and you knew hiding in a cupcake is pushing it. Even so, you didn't expect them to swallow it whole!
Happily, you have your phone.
They'll surely answer any minute now.
#SizeSky deification #VossX
Your world of green hills and sprawling cities is set beneath a glass office floor, under Her feet. You see Her every day, but She's never noticed you. Until now.
Over video, you get a half hour with Her. She greets you by name, "How are you doing down there?"
Drawing of a tiny snow leopard woman in the palm of a gray-furred hand; the woman is in full PPE, a sealed suit with boots, gloves, and a large extension for her tail within it, except she has her helmet removed, and she stares through round glasses in awe at the viewer. Art by @wolfman-al.bsky.social
#SizeSky #NSFW #VossX
A snow leopard scientist at her career's apex passes through an opaque portal, first in history to cross dimensions.
Meanwhile, you're touching yourself, and a shimmering circle abruptly appears to drop a flailing, finger-length form in your lap.
#InanimateTF #VossX
"I don't care! If YOU can't give me a refund, I want to speak to your manag—"
"At your service," a raccoon store manager, going by her badge, answers the pair of leather loafers thudding onto the floor where the ranting cow ahead of you had just stood.
#SizeSky objectification #VossX
Your friend subsized to get on her financial feet, and you signed as her Holder. A year later, from her dresser-top habitat, the bun tells you she got a raise. "I can resize and move out!"
But, legally, you own her. You—you alone—decide if she can.
#SizeSky #NSFW #VossX
At the end of a wild night with a standard-sized collie, she fell asleep with you inside. She wakes in the morning, and your tiny, haggard body flops out between her thighs.
"You look like—"
Her grin forms mid-sentence.
"—a dog's breakfast."
#SizeSky mawplay #VossX
"Must be this short to ride," a sign indicates 1 inch, at the toe of a cardboard foot. No problem there. Another warns, "You WILL get WET; you MAY get SOAKED."
At line's end, a Highland cow applies ruby red gloss to lips thick as you, purses, and gives you a wink.
#SizeSky feet entrapment #VossX
Management is an unkind occupation, pressured from above and below. Especially when subsized.
A disgruntled employee caught you alone, asserting, "You don't know what it's like to be in my shoes." But you will, as the doe shoves you in, pursued by her sole.
#SizeSky abduction peril? #VossX
Rumor has it the middle-aged squirrel you're housecleaning for is a witch.
You seriously consider it, when on a surface you're about to wipe down, several flecks of dust move—not wind-blown, not like insects, but as though intelligent and trying to be noticed.
#SizeSky #BDSM #VossX
The vixen may be twenty times your height, but, with each limb tied to a bedpost, she's the one who's helpless. One of her toes alone could otherwise pin you flat, yet she can only curl them.
Anticipatory blush burns bright, awaiting your first act of the scene.
#InanimateTF #VossX
"Taking a nap," is all your collie friend said, then grabbing you—suddenly a static-smiling stuffing and fabric facsimile of yourself—off the couch and off to bed.
Now by two fluffy arms you're squished to her belly, moving only by her steady, slumbering breath.
#SizeSky intrusive thought #VossX
Your daily task in Population Storage is to monitor life-support. It's dull work; your mind wanders.
Of many shelves, each holds a city of millions, able to be, if needed, opened and exposed.
An idea self-manifests, to do something truly terrible.
