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Super excited to take part and see what everyone else cooks! 💚

A sketch of a hand holding a pencil drawing abstract shapes. Text reads September #KinkyScribble, A Kinky Scribble is a flash-fiction writing/drawing exercise to help kinky creatives produce content in a short amount of time. Format includes six bullet points: 1. write the story quickly. 2. give it minimal edits. 3. add content tags. 4. share it publicly with the world within 24 hrs. 5. use #SeptKinkyScribble. 6.(optional) reply below or email me w/ a link to be featured in my Oct 1 blog post. See more details at the link in this post!

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Announcing the 3rd annual #SeptKinkyScribble Challenge!

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Fellow size kink writers, join me in writing fun low-stakes erotica.

Write one or more stories of 500+ words in September, using the #KinkyScribble flash fiction format. Get featured on my blog!

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So glad you had a great time. Was great to share the spaces and chat. Take care 💚

One day... We can but hope!!

Hi there! Could I get on the list if I'm not already? 🙂

Thank you to @ellelargesse.bsky.social for coming up with the #SeptKinkyScribble challenge!
I hope you enjoyed reading. I hope to write more in the future, although this particular story will probably remain where it is, leaving it up to your imagination what happens next!

"Hi," Tilly said awkwardly, bracing herself for what could be the most challenging shrunken time in her life ever...

-End-

It happened in a second as a massive hand reached down, opening the ajar cupboard door. Light flooded in. Sophia's gigantic face looked inside, and her eyes landed on Tilly's tiny body. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
"What the fu-"

Her massive foot swept Tilly's dress and shoes to the side. Tilly closed her eyes in frustration, groaning quietly.
*Great, I get to hear someone go to the bathroom... At least I'm hidden here...*
"Wow, no toilet paper?"
Tilly's eyes snapped open.
*Crap...*

The bathroom door swung open, and she heard Sophia take a step forward and stop. She drunkenly giggled.
"Tilly? This is your dress, isn't it...?" She giggled again and closed the bathroom door. "Decided to skinny dip, huh? Never thought she was that kind of girl."

How the hell am I gonna sneak out of here when I'm back to normal size?* She shook her head. No sense giving herself more anxieties about this screwed up situation.
She raised her head, suddenly hearing an approaching voice.
"...just be a minute, guys."
*Shit.*

Taking hold of a sheet of toilet paper, she folded it over to give herself somewhere semi-comfortable to sit.
*Now to wait until I grow back... This could take a while. Probably some time tomorrow morning...

She climbed in, deciding to leave the cabinet door ajar so she wouldn't be stuck in pure darkness. She shivered as she noted that the shaving foam can came up to her shoulders.

She gritted her teeth and grunted, willing herself to maintain a hold, and as she pulled backwards, the cabinet door opened. Inside were an assortment of toiletries; spare toilet rolls, a can of shaving foam, nail clippers, soap...

The toilet, sink and mirror loomed above her... But below the sink...
*Bathroom cabinet.*
She approached. Her tiny hands struggled to get a good grip on the smoothly polished, rounded wooden handle of the cabinet.

It felt like her shrinking was coming to a stop. Her height usually varied between 8-12 inches whenever this time of the month came about...
"Okay," she whispered to herself out loud. "No way I can hide my clothes or shoes..." She looked around.

Being tiny and naked on a bathroom floor was pretty uncomfortable. She hurried over to the bath mat nearby. It felt a little damp still from whoever had used the shower last, but a lot comfier to stand on. She sat down, clutching her knees, trying to think of what to do.

*Great, so now I can't escape from here, AND whoever comes in here next is gonna see me the size of a Barbie Doll...*
Tilly stared up at the door handle, still drawing further away from her as she continued to dwindle. She shivered.

She scrambled up, abandoning any sense of modesty and leaving her dress behind, but it was already too late. She groaned in frustration as even with a jump, she was unable to reach the lock.

The door handle was already beginning to rise above her, along with the locking mechanism...
*Shit, I didn't lock it!*
She ran forwards, but stumbled, her feet getting caught in the dress, and she fell, her face meeting with the cold hard bathroom tiles.

*If I'd known my secret shrinking thing was going to happen early this month... Why did I even say yes to that invitation anyway?!*
Turning around, she looked at the bathroom door, closed behind her.

She felt her underwear slip off her waist as her glasses fell from her face, too big to rest on her dwindling head. She felt her heart hammer away in her chest... It couldn't be happening now, not at this obnoxious party!

She was no longer able to see her reflection in the mirror, as it loomed above her head. She clutched at her dress as it billowed around her, its straps threatening to slip off her shoulders.

Her eyes snapped open, as she recognised the tell-tale signs of what was coming.
"Fuck, already?!" she said out loud. "Four days early?! It's NEVER been this early before...!"
But it was surely happening, as Tilly could see the sink beginning to rise up before her.

*I bet they're talking about me while I'm gone...*
She rested her forehead on the mirror, grateful for the quieter space. Some time to be away from the noise and the light...
She felt her glasses shift, and her dress began to slip off her shoulders.

She placed both hands on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. At least her makeup was holding up.
Turned the tap, splashing cold water on her face...
*That's a little better...*
She sighed, still internally shuddering at her awkwardness.

Her eyes landed on the bathroom door, and she reached for the door handle, grateful for a respite from this goddamned nightmare of a party.
Once inside, she stepped out of her shoes, grateful for the cool feeling on the soles of her feet.

Why did the music have to be so loud? How could anyone possibly hear themselves think? She put her drink down on a side table as she retreated from the lounge.

She raised her glass, doing her best to move her fingers to prevent her companions from seeing through the translucent beaker and that she was only halfway through her drink.
Tilly could feel her glasses slip down her nose as she walked past the other people attending the party.

"Oh... Right." Tilly coughed. "Sorry, music... Bit loud... Umm..." Was it her or was it getting louder? "I'll... be back, need a refill."