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Shy, easily flustered dude who's regarded as a harbinger of death to the unseen specks around his home. One flinches as his sock-clad foot eclipses the sky above the forest of unkempt carpet, trying not to wonder if her husband—what little remained—still adorned the fibers.

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Shrinking at your own wedding and caught in the shadow of your future husband's rear. A descending asteroid hugged tight by the finely tailored fabric of his trousers, twin masses of supple flesh crashing down from on high as he wonders where you ran off to...

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Shrinking at your own wedding and caught in the shadow of your future wife's rear. Mile-spanning hands idly flatten and smooth the fabric above, the pristine white material of her dress hugging the soft globes of her rear as it collapses upon you like a falling moon...

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I need to be microscopic and utterly erased by someone's rear. To scream for their attention as a landmass of fibers descends like an all-encompassing meteorite. To feel the wind slam against my body as their sheer mass displaces the local atmosphere. To choke on the scent of the flesh within...

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Seeing the crushed remnants of a crumb several times larger than you are scattered across the fibers of your friend's yoga pants as they bend down to grab something and being left with the unnerving realization that you’d cease to exist if you ever ended up beneath their weight…

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A cute, nerdy college student sipping a warm cup of tea while studying on his computer, yet it’s framed as a horror story as countless specks writhe in a sea of burning steam and heat, a horizon-spanning maw opening to send its contents into the abyssal depths of his throat.

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Trying to escape the deep, sloping indentation caused by your roommate's rear sinking into the couch, desperately clawing at loose threads and navigating a field of crushed crumbs before an idle shift causes the very landscape to undulate, sending you tumbling towards his thigh.

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To become an indistinct splatter of crimson atop the uneven, frayed cushion of someone's kitchen chair—smeared beyond any recognition as every subtle shift as they leaned across the counter or turned to chat with a roommate further grinds me into nothing beneath their cheek...

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Small enough to be blown about by the oft-unnoticed air currents that flow throughout the apartment, suspended in a languid stream of pollen and dander as it drifts across the blurred expanse of what could once be identified as a living room. Unceremoniously inhaled hours later.

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Mage who torments a recently shrunken bandit party by dropping them around his campsite, letting his oblivious companion handle the rest. One dropped into the greasy meat mountains of the barbarians' meal. Another flicked onto the sweat-stained expanse of the fighter's insole.

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Barely surviving the cataclysmic impact of your oblivious friend’s rear as it decends upon the couch cushion, the landscape warping beneath your feet as it sinks and contorts to conform to the overbearing mass… Only to be steamrolled by an idle shift as they get comfortable...

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It is endlessly hot to POV swap from a tiny's last moments in the face of inevitable demise to how utterly unimportant the event was from a normal person’s perspective. Tears-stained eyes and a last, choked scream, juxtaposed with a bored boy idly flicking a “bug” off his table.

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A resurrecting tiny being digested into the chyme of a giant's tummy and revived right next to the melting bones of their prior body, barely able to scream as they feel the burning on their freshly formed skin. Dozens of revivals trapping them in that dark, gurgling hellscape...

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A boyishly crude witch shrinking a rival down to germ-size and tipping them into one of the countless, canyon-like wrinkles across their outer rim. Attaching a resurrection spell that brings them back any time they’re crushed by an idle clench or vaporized by a passing of wind…

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Princess who elegantly smooths out the back of her dress as she prepares to sit on her throne and the lone speck caught between the velvet badlands of her mile-spanning cushion and a descending wall of flowing fibers—each individual thread thicker than the castle walls…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Shrunken small enough that your body simply vanishes within one of the countless wrinkles of a giant's nipple, A deep crevasse within a body part that seemed more akin to an island above a sea of cracked flesh, each individual bump vaster than any hill you've seen…

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A resurrecting tiny, watching their own splattered remains sway with the hips of the oblivious person who had so casually sat on them. Their body trembles, still feeling the pains of the overbearing weight—bone yielding beneath all-encompassing fat, blood bursting from torn skin.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

To be lost atop the endless hills of dirty, interlocking threads that make up the faded pajama pants of some lazy NEET as they idly browse their phone in bed—less significant than the countless stains that had accumulated across the surface from days of continued wear...

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

“Blegh, sat on a berry” You watch in horror as the boyish hero indifferently wipes the remains of your cleric—a priestess who thought to the end that her god would save her—off the back of his trousers with a swipe of his finger, flicking the mess onto the grass below.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

So small that the stain you leave beneath the oblivious giant's rear is less visible than the vast mounds of loose lint still partially clinging to the individual fibers, less than the boulders of dust and dirt that had clung to its surface after sitting on the bus hours prior.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

God, I love butt-crush. I love when the simple act of an oblivious giant sitting down becomes a cataclysm: a lone speck looking up in horror as they're cast in a darkening shadow, buffeted by a gale of displaced air as hundreds of tons of flesh and fabric descend from on high.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Small enough to see every individual fiber adorning the gym-goers' shorts stretch against the impossibly thick mass of their rear as they lower into a squat, microscopic gaps providing faint windows to the inner fabric of their boxers, and the pale, supple flesh within...

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Forced to watch as the pest tape your borrower companion had stumbled into—screams escaping their cracked, trembling lips as they pull hard enough to nearly tear skin—is unceremoniously grabbed off the ground, crumpled, and tossed into the garbage by the indifferent homeowner.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

The chill of finding the kind-hearted, motherly borrower who had gone out of her way to scavenge extra food for you half-mangled in a pool of her own blood, splattered like a bug after the oblivious homeowner stepped on her while plodding into the kitchen for a snack.

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A scheming witch who not only shrinks the maiden of the castle but also scatters her consciousness into dozens of dust-like copies. Her horizon-spanning visage shifts into a smirk as she tilts her palm, scattering them into the clothing of the very hero tasked with finding her.

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*Manifesting* Plastered against the vast outer rim of someone's hole, so small that I hear not only the deep, ominous groans of the inner body's digestion but also the subtle scraping of the canyon-esque folds as they compress and rub together with every twitch and clench.

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So small you can hear the normally imperceptible groans of the human body as the skin stretches and contracts with each innocuous motion. The scraping of an uncountable number of flaking skin cells that accompanies every subtle shift of their curves or stretch of their fingers...

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

I wish there was more rear-focused stuff that hammered home the strange alienness of nano-sizes. The oblivious giant's pants amplified into an interlocking maze of frayed, grimy material that eclipses the horizon above a wasteland of unyielding cushion hills and crag-like crumbs.

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Spending the remainder of your short life trekking across the vast landscape of crater-like pores and sequoia-esque peach fuzz that made up a small fraction of an oblivious stranger's rear. You barely cross an inch before their finger descends to scratch a faint, unrelated itch.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

You barely last a second after being swept into the seemingly never-ending chasm of your friend's crack by a stray sweat droplet—the next step brings two continents of supple flesh grinding together, compacting a sea of saline fluid and the unnoticed germ caught in its wake…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

The juxtaposition of perspective between someone lazily plopping onto their couch to start up a gaming session and their celestial-sized rear descending like a falling moon atop the endless hills of cushion badlands, a lone speck caught in a darkening shadow that stretches to the horizon...

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Shrunken so small upon a stranger’s bicycle seat that you can *see* every imperfection that'd built up on its surface from years of constant use. Frayed threads thicker than your body erupt from a continent of worn cushion, many crusted with boulders of dried sweat and grit.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Boyfriend joining one of the countless stains adorning the underside of his oblivious partner's rear, his body crushed so finely it is simply...liquefied, bones reduced to powder as viscera loses any definition. The giant idly scratches his thigh, shifting to get comfortable.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

The almost cosmic sight of your oblivious friend's rear cutting through the ambient haze of dander and dust in the atmosphere above your shared couch—twin planetoids of flesh, wrapped loosely in the collection of frayed and gnarled fibers that constituted their faded yoga pants…

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Unaware is at its hottest when the giant is a bit crude, free to indulge in unsightly habits in the comfort of their own home. Giants who groggily scratch their rear while plodding through the house in day-old socks, letting out a soft burp that reeks of the day's coffee...

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Small enough that the almost boyishly “straight” giant doesn't actually care that the micro he's currently pressing against his bulge is a guy—they had long since been demoted from “person” to nothing more than a speck that felt good to masturbate with, a bit of texture.

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 16/01/2025

To practice writing slightly longer threads, I wrote something with my OC, Nimah, as the focus. Basic context can be found here: bsky.app/profile/veke... The thread is below! 1/13

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 04/02/2026

“Hey...so my boyfriend doesn’t really like the idea of...bugs, scuttling around the house...” Your view, alongside countless others in your scavenging party, is eclipsed by the looming nozzle of a spray can, the cylinder of liquid death wider than your entire settlement. “Uh, sorry? Must suck.”

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 04/02/2026

Adored thing in size stuff: A macro delivering a half-hearted, clearly insincere apology before snuffing you out. The specific “Sorry, I guess” said without guilt or sympathy before everything you know and love is eclipsed by a falling boot, or flicked away with all the effort of a light tap...

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

[Twitter Repost] This would probably never happen, but if I ever got a cameo in a size game I PRAY it's one of those murder-bait tiny's that gets absolutely obliterated 5 seconds after you meet them as a way to say "Whoa, this area is dangerous!" "Ay guys, the way looks clear let's g-" *SPLAT*

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Vek @vekelm.bsky.social · 29/05/2026

I yearn to be the tiny that dies first. The one you watch disappear beneath a shoe as a booming voice complains about “bugs”, or is abruptly eaten by something too big to notice… The unlucky one. The fragile one. The one that shows just how dangerous the world really is.

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There are only so many ways that one can wax poetic about wanting to die at the hands of an oblivious boy. To feel themselves crumble beneath him. To drown in the thinnest bit of saliva coating his tongue, suffocate in a crevasse that is little more than a wrinkle on his rim...

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I love it when, interspersed between the agonizing struggles a micro faces, we get to see how utterly mundane the ordeal is from a normal person's POV. Croaked screams juxtaposed with someone wondering what they want for dinner as they idly wipe away a speck on their glasses.

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Girls are so hot when they dominate your horizon as little more than an indistinct, almost eldritch mass of flesh and blood, any sense of beauty lost within patterns of broken, sloughing skin and yawning pores—a grotesque sight that seems to extend unendingly across your world...

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Girls are so hot when a mere exhale is a whistling roar of rushing wind escaping from the abyssal depths of their nostrils, buffeting against nose hairs thicker than your house and bathing you in the warm reek of their inner body...

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