Hypnotizing you to make you feel smaller than you actually are… filling your head with all the sights and sensations of getting tinier… making you dizzy as you believe the ceiling is getting so so far away… Even if I couldn’t actually shrink you, I could make you feel it so intensely that it scares you and makes you beg for me to protect you. I could have you groveling at my feet because that’s the only part of me you think you can reach.
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A group of fairies fly into a witch’s cottage and ask her to shrink them. The witch is confused– aren’t the little creatures already small enough? But they insist and beg so cutely, she can’t say no to them.
The witch dribbles a little bit of shrinking potion over one of the fairies. The little lady starts touching herself as she shrinks smaller than a bug. She begs for more in a barely audible, squeaky voice. The witch is a little unsettled, but gives the fairy what she wants. With another treatment of shrinking potion, she gradually dwindles away to nothing.
The other fairies become extremely aroused as they watch their friend disappear. One of them cums. They immediately start fighting over who gets to go next.
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I’m watching Shrinking, and I can’t help but wonder—where’s the crowd? This show is incredibly well-written.
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It’s hard to make Shrinking edits because I get very emotional. But I did it. Enjoy ♥️
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Concept: Half Ounce spy
It’s about Paula, a Spy in training who got entangled in a shrinking experiment and ends up the size of an action figure. She now has to try to live with her new size and work as a special unit at the spy agency.
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please lease please make me sososososssosososososososoo small and tinnyyyy i needdd to be able to exploreeee a girl’s body like its a planetttt pleaseeeee pleasseeeeeee it would be so cooolllll
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Jimmy: Besides, he’d probably just tell you that you want to kill your dad and f*ck your mom.
Matthew: More like the other way around.
Love a bit of unexpected dadson.
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The beloved princess had everything a girl could ask for. Her room was decorated with the finest silks, exotic plants to freshen the air, plush furnishings, and myriad dolls and stuffed animals that she refused to grow out of her fondness for. At first glance, the luxurious living space lay dormant and unused. The princess was nowhere to be seen. But I found her exactly where I knew she would be. I set the tray aside and sat down on the edge of the princess’s bed.
There, in the middle of her great canopied bed, amid a sea of ruffled silk blankets, laid the princess. Smaller than her smallest doll, easily overlooked. She was curled up, making herself look even smaller. “Your highness…” I said gently, nudging the little girl with my finger. She rolled over and looked up at me. Her face was dry, but the redness around her eyes and the tightness of her breaths betrayed the truth that she had been crying through the night again.
“Aaah!” the princess exclaimed, only just fully waking from her slumber. She scrambled to her knees and looked up at me eagerly. “G-Good morning! Please… what news from the chemist? Has any progress been made on a cure?”
I pursed my lips and looked away as I lied to her. “…No. Nothing. I’m sorry, princess.”
The princess’s expression turned to dread. She slumped and looked down. I heard a tiny sniffle. “…Very well.”
The Princess’s Curse by Shrinkbean on DeviantArt
The Princess’s Curse
The princess has been afflicted with a mysterious shrinking disease that resists all attempts at finding a cure. This is all according to the plan of her lowly servant.
Contains F/f size difference, trans female characters, and assisted masturbation.
Read the full story on Deviantart or Furaffinity :)
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The latest episode of Shrinking killed me. I knew it was going to happen. After I watched Dereks Don’t Die, I knew it was a bait and switch and Maya was going to kill herself. And the way Gaby found out. I received a phone call just like that from a friend’s mum. The same words. Which, like, never tell someone “we lost (name)” instead of “(name) died” because there’s a second of false hope before you accept what you know is coming. And you think maybe they’ve just done a runner and you can just find them and they’ll be okay. Anyway. Brutal stuff.
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