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dc-multiverse-week · 2 months

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Earth-19: In a world where King Edward rules a 20th century empire, this Earth is home to several Steampunk themed heroes such as Bat Man, Accelerated Man, The Wonder Woman, and The Shrinking Man

#earth 19 #active heroes:#Accelerated Man #Batman #Shrinking Man #Wonder Woman #Steampunk Justice League!!!#<<in case that's a selling point for you #dc multiverse #dc comics #dc multiverse week

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fetish3d · 2 months

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Office Attire 3

#giantess #fantasy art #shrinking man #fetish3d

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scolbert22 · 1 year

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Tutor's Pet

@brandedx2 requested "BRAWNY FOOTBALL PLAYER IN A HAMSTER CAGE PLEASE" (Talk about microfiction lol)

Grant was a little apprehensive about being the new tutor for the football team, but Coach Anthony had hardly given him a choice in the matter. Them short, sandy haired otter was kind of a pushover, and the older man had sensed weakness in him. Long story short, there he was, knocking Tank's door.

Travis "Tank" O'Neil was a 6'5, 310 pound offensive lineman. He had a fiery copper mohawk, with a heavy brow and beard to match. He was the terror of the English department, as he was both barely literate, and mean as hell. He'd sent more than one tutor to the ER. The towering behemoth was wearing his green and white jersey and a pair of jeans when he opened the door roughly, his eyeline high above Grant's head. He looked down, regarding his next punching bag.

Grant Conners was about 5'6, he had wide blue eyes hidden behind large glasses, and a sandy goatee. in his college sweater, khakis, and high tops painted the picture of a meek bookworm.

"You the one who's gonna keep me from failing?" Tank grunted down at him in his rumbling voice.

"Uh...w-well I am certainly going to do my best!" Grant chirped up with an optimism he did not feel.

Tank laughed cruelly. "Well you better do more than try, little man. 'less you want me to rearrange that pretty little face." he reached down with one of his baseball mitt hands and pinched the little guy's cheek. Grant cringed in pain.

As he followed his charge in, Grant noticed that he was drinking from a plastic bottle of green liquid. It seemed to glow in the light. He noticed that the outside of the bottle was covered in some Cyrillic language, but he couldn't be sure what.

He sat down on a rickety chair across from Tank's bed, where the giant took his seat with a manly grunt. Pulling Jane Eyre out of his bag, He tried to make some pleasant conversation to ease his way in.

"Oh what are you drinking?" He smiled brightly.

"It's some shit I found on the body building forums, supposed to make me swole as fuck." He grunted before downing the last of it. "Shit's not FDA approved but I can already feel it giving me more energy- BWWWARRRP" The ginger goliath belched loudly in his tutor's face.

"Oh! Uh, alright!" Not sure what to say, he pushed forward. "Well, Coach says that you're struggling in your English lit class. Are you struggling with the archaic language? Or is it more the themes of the novel?"

"I don't struggle with anything runt. I'm a champion." Tank growled. "The problem is that it's boring as shit, Who cares about this lame bitch wandering around a stupid old house?" The giant burped again, even longer this time. Grant turned away, trying to hid his disgust. As he did, he noticed a wire cage with a large water bottle hanging from it.

"Oh do you have a hamster?" He tried valiantly to change the subject.

"Had one. Then it bit me." Tank smirked, looking toward the open window. Grant gulped.

"Ah! I see! Well, back to Jane Eyre-" He started, but he was cut off by another explosive belch. He regarded the gassy lineman across from him. Were his clothes looking a little....looser?

"Travis, are you feeling okay?"" he asked.

"My name is BRAAAAAAWWWWP Tank you fuckin cumstain. And I've BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWP never felt better." Tank did his est to menace his tutor, but the uncontrollable burping undermined it somewhat. Additionally, Grant was sure now that Tank was getting smaller. They were nearly eye-level now, and Grant had an experiment he wanted to try.

He reached forward, quick as a flash, and placed his hand on the center of Tank's musclegut. He pressed firmly.

"What the fuck are you doing you little- BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWP!" Tank roared, and belched helplessly against the pressure his would-be victim applied to his solid tummy. He shrank more rapidly now, his feet dangling from the side of the bed. He leapt up in an attempt to tower over Grant, shouting "Quit it dickhead!" This posturing backfired immediately.

The dwindling ginger realized that the top of his head barely reached Grant's chin. His jeans slid to the floor, leaving him in his oversized jersey and his lucky jockstrap.

Grant's eyes lit up. "Well, what's this?" He laughed, peeling the jersey off his pasty, freckled body and tossing it to the floor. He grabbed both sides of the jock and lifted him up like he was in a bungie swing. "How's the weather down there?"

Tanks legs kicked helplessly as he bounced in his dingy jock. "Stop it dude, please!" His voice was higher now, and a twinge of fear had replaced the cocky aggression.

Grant laughed in reply, poking his gut merrily. "Boop!" He declared in a sing song voice.

Tank replied with a belch that rose a few octaves as his size dwindled from "underdeveloped freshman" to "chunky housecat". He dangled helplessly, looking like he was about to cry.

"Please man, I'm beggin' you!" He whimpered, sniffling.

"You know, my friend Michael begged too, when you pushed him downstairs and broke his leg." Grant growled, slapping his belly pink.

The ricochet of burps that followed caused him shrink

down,

down.

He finally settled at about 6 inches tall.

Finally, he felt less bloated.

the former giant curled up in the musky pouch of his own jock, whimpering and blubbering pathetically.

Grant laughed, carrying him over to the vacant hamster cage.

"Don't worry little fella! I'm a much better pet owner than you!" He dumped the naked jock into the enclosure, tossing the jock on top of his discarded clothes. "Now run on that wheel until I say stop, or I'll give you the hamster treatment."

The red faced little man didn't need telling twice. He got up to his feet immediately, panting and whimpering in fear. His squeaky little voice breathlessly shouting "Yes Sir"s and "Please don't hurt me!"s.

Grant kicked back in the giant's old bed. He was just about to finish out the rest of their tutoring session watching his new little pet when there was a stern knock at the door.

Frantically, Grant leapt to his feet. He grabbed the jersey off the floor and draped it over his jock cage, kicking the rest of his clothes under the bed. In his haste, he caught his toe on the minifridge door, knocking it open and biting his finger to prevent from crying out. He hobbled quietly toward the door.

Glancing through the peephole, he saw Coach Anthony. The greying muscle bear was in his track jacket and short shorts, checking his watch impatiently with his cold, silvery eyes.

"Tank, you better not be pulverizing another one of those little geeks, or its 20 laps for you!" the gruff man shouted through the door.

Glancing around in panic, Grant's eyes settled on the minifridge he'd kicked open. It was full to the brim with bottles of that strange black market drink. A grin spread across his face. He opened the door.

"Hello Coach! Travis is in the bathroom, but he's really taking to the material!"

Coach looked unconvinced. "Really?" he snorted. "I've never seen Tank take to anything that didn't involve tackling a freshman."

"Well, I don't want to brag but I really think that he's turned over a brand new leaf! Why don't you stay a minute and see? Can I get you something to drink?"

Coach considered for a moment. "Ah why the hell not! Why don't you toss me one of them Gatorades in the fridge? Tank's a big boy, but he won't miss one."

#male tf #shrinking man #macro/micro

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alwaysbegrowing · 2 years

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Pushed Up

Kelly and I had only been dating for a month, but I felt we were ready to take things to the next level. They say don’t dip your pen in company ink, but whoever made up that phrase couldn’t shrink themselves while growing others. Technically, she was my direct supervisor, which I think has another saying, but enough about superstitions. Kelly was pretty to begin with; she was a five-foot-six girl of Asian heritage with short black hair.

I stepped into Kelly’s office on her lunch break, and before she could stop me I started shutting her blinds. She was wearing a white blouse over a black bra and a pencil skirt. Her C-cup boobs didn’t need help grabbing attention, but I had to admit the outfit was doing her incredible figure a big favor.

“Hey, honey, what’s this all about?” Kelly asked.

“Just wanted to surprise you,” I replied. I concentrated, and just like that, the transfer started. I was five foot eleven, but not for long. I noticed her bra pushing further into her blouse first, while my pants and shirt were getting looser on my body. I was too entranced to strip; Kelly’s tits were on the warpath, pumping outward like inflating balloons.

“Hun? Wh…” Kelly followed my line of sight down to her chest. She watched as her boobs strained against her bra, swelling up and over the cups. I figured I had lost about three inches, all of which had gone directly to Kelly’s incredible rack.

“My…my boobs!” Kelly gasped. Her tits passed into D-cup territory, then DD, and they swelled on as her desk phone went off.

“Surprise!” I chose the wrong time to make the announcement. Kelly answered her phone, biting her lip as her boobs continued forcing their way out of her bra. Her blouse was starting to stretch against her growing bust, too. After a brief exchange, she hung up the phone.

“Well, honey, I love it, whatever this is,” Kelly rubbed her growing bust. I could tell she was fighting the urge to fondle herself; she shivered and held her burgeoning melons for a moment.

“But,” Kelly continued, “can you…stop it? I have a Nyoom meeting that got pushed up.”

I walked over to Kelly’s desk, nearly a full foot too small for my clothes. Her tits pumped further into her blouse, now flowing both over and under her poor bra. I shut my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could, and nothing happened.

“Doesn’t look like it. Can you push it back?” I asked.

“No, it’s…it’s fine. Just…try not to make any noise,” Kelly sighed. I stood back as she went about her business as if nothing had changed. In the meantime, I could see that she was starting to sit higher on her chair. Her shoulders were starting to rise up and out, pushing against her blouse just like her boobs had been. She tried to act like everything was normal, put her headset on, and jumped into her meeting.

I felt myself shrink until I was only about an inch or two taller than her desk as my pants and shoes became far too large for my dwindling body. I nearly drowned in my shirt and escaped from it just in time to see Kelly adjusting her webcam as she inched higher in her chair. I heard a loud snap; her boobs had nearly become as large as volleyballs, destroying her bra in the process. Once they’d been set free, Kelly’s swelling boobs landed on her desk with a heavy thud.

I began to realize that I was shrinking faster than Kelly was growing. If I didn’t act soon, I’d be stuck on the ground and risk being crushed underfoot if somebody came in. I tried to grab the edge of her desk just as my arms became too short. I bent my knees and leaped with all my might, just barely catching the edge and scrambling atop as I continued to shrink.

I looked up at Kelly, whose boobs were bordering on soccer balls and yet still somehow contained within her bra. I took a peek at her rump, which I noticed was swelling into her chair’s armrests. Her poor skirt was visibly tearing as her hips continued swelling out, and I could only imagine what her thighs were doing. I heard another noise: a button popped off of Kelly’s blouse, and then another.

Kelly’s engorging tits had created a perfect circle of cleavage in the center of her blouse. I watched her creamy mounds mash together, puffing up and out of the opening. I heard more buttons pop, but they were toward the bottom of her blouse. I must have been reaching six inches tall, which was my record for shrinking. That said, Kelly’s head was still rising, assuredly giving those in her meeting an eyeful of boobs so large they had taken her somewhat loose blouse and made it skin tight.

I could feel Kelly’s eyes on me, and then her enormous hand. Was she seven feet tall? Eight? How much bigger would she get? I hadn’t given much thought to today’s surprise, and Kelly could read that on my face. Actually, I couldn’t really see her face or eyes, since her tits were completely blocking it from my vision. I felt her hand getting larger around me, and I was sure that I had stopped shrinking, finally.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Kelly’s whisper sounded more like a monstrous boom to my tiny ears. I saw her tits pushed out again, her blouse barely hanging on, and then I started to move. The circle of cleavage popped another button, and I gave in to whatever she might have had planned as she shoved me into her swelling expanse of delicious cleavage.

#breast expansion #giantess growth #shrinking man #size transfer

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skatoonyfan1234 · 1 year

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look at Agustin Madrigal, he's been shrunk!

It must be one of his powers - the ability to make himself small.

You'd think he'd be naked when he shrunk, but his clothes shrunk too!

#encanto #agustin madrigal #miniaturized #shrunk #shrinking man

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sizeadjust · 8 months

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Date suggestion: You shrink me and I play around with your butt.

#giantess #shrinking #sizetumblr #size tumblr #macrophile #shrinking man #g/t

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iwannabesmolman · 11 months

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Did my nails recently and couldn’t stop thinking about one of the first sizey comics I ever came across, anyone else remember The Great Shrink (heavy The Incredible Shrinking Woman/Honey We Shrunk Ourselves vibes)? There’s a part when the main character is asked to help a giantess paint her toe nails but he’s so small she ends up just putting him on the brush and starts trying to get him to stick to her toe nails while he’s slowly getting higher from the potent fumes of the nail polish. So um… When can I be a part of someone’s makeup?👉👈🥺🥵

#giantess #shrinking #shrinking man #goddess #giantess feet #giantess foot #giantess toes #sizeplay #giant tiny #shrink #size difference #macrophilia #giantwomen #size k1nk #shrunken man #The Great Shrink #nail polish

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shisui-uchiha-anon · 2 years

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send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse

"Wait, hold on you can't possibly think that you can carry me? Yes, my leg is hurt, I will just lean on you" He just was in one moment carless and the iron trap got his leg, what's worse he is half fae, iron to them is like a wooden stake to a vampire.

For months he was a regular guest in her garden the job of fae was to care for plants, and he did so but he also was interested in human lives, once he got too close she spotted him. It was funny really both wide eyes human woman and the dark eyes fae boy.

So it came to him, he will just reverse himself into his fae small form and she can carry him in the palm of her small hand. It worked he had that much strength to dispel his human body and be what he truly is. A fairy with wings that reflected sun rays, wings similar to those dragonflies have.

"Oh, being carried is so satisfying, you were right for insisting on it. Even my cut hurts lesser. Don't worry one small bandage and a slice of apple, I will be like new after it"

#asks #shisui uchiha #kcgarashi #⪼verse: myths & legends #I gave you this verse #cause he has heavy ass xD #shrinking man #oe pocket man so easy to carry around

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jhsharman · 2 years

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Shrinking Man vs. THE Captain Atom

In the tradition of "Who would win a race -- Superman or The Flash?" I do not think the 1957 movie "Incredible Shrinking Man" character got naked excepting red Speedo, mask, glove and boots ensemble -- but I could be wrong. I do know he spooled thread. I would suppose that the writer and artist (colorist?) may be going for "generic BIG TIME pro wrestler", as absent size angle that is how it lands.

Captain Atom, with the qualifier "the" -- suggests that Jughead only acknowledges one version of Captain Atom, the Charlton / Steve Ditko creation -- which this does match -- and none of the DC Comics variants. I do not think he made the tv, though, and am surprised by the thread spooling.

It could be that Archie Comics blanched at the level of nudity in the first printing, though given that Shrinking Man does not automatically suggest shirtless grappled -- they could have left it. But then they wouldn't have snuck in a tribute to a forgotten Steve Ditko creation.

#Archie Comics #Jughead #Shrinking Man #Captain Atom #Spools of thread #Charltan Comics #Samm Schwartz #Steve Ditko #1979 #Incredible Shrinking Man #Shirtlessness #BIG TIME Wrestling #fractions

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theageofthemovies · 1 year

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