Vek

Sometimes, I just like to sit with my thoughts and imagine being completely snuffed out by a force far too vast for me to comprehend. To be so insignificant, so *nothing* that the difference between my life or death could be nothing but the slightest shift, or a single step...

It doesn't take long for their will to break completely. It never does, really. A taste of true insignificance left most more than grateful to return to her preferred, inch-tall stature.

She enjoyed the process nonetheless.

They curl into themselves instinctively, arms rising to shield their fragile skull as knees push into their chest.

"O-oh god...please..."

The fingertip lowers, and a new wave of displaced air crashes down upon their body. They grit their teeth, a soft whimper lost in the gale.

Its very presence infected the air. Minute twitches, imperceptible to her, whip the wind into a frenzy, a growing storm warmed by her ambient body heat. They stumble back across her desk, only to trip upon an uneven indentation in its material, landing heavily upon their side...

A witch compelling obedience from her shrunken pet by simply showing them what the world would look like if she shrank them further. A grotesque, moving landmass of flesh—a fraction of her dainty fingertip—eclipses the sky and far horizon, its grooves carved like canyons...

1/4

He doesn't even pause as he wipes the table—one of the dozens he's cleaned during his painfully long shift. The crumb(?) the dirty bit of fabric had enveloped, crushed, and absorbed with all the effort of a single motion never even registered in his mind.

To be seen as little more than a stray mote left from the last customer's meal as I desperately scream towards the heavens—the indifferent contenance of an employee looming overhead like a moon had been pulled to earth.

A cosmic view soon obscured by a damp, ratty washcloth...

Deafened by a voice so cataclysmic that it feels as though your eardrums may crumble beneath its assault, incomprehensible syllables crashing like a heavy weight upon your skull.

..................

“Aw, the lil thing is squirming, so cuuute!” he practically gushes. “I like...gotta take ‘em home.”

The court mage, shrinking a would-be spy small enough they were indiscernible upon the cobblestone floor. He doesn’t know what they see, but he’s heard stories—Of multi-legged leviathans striding through a massif of grey detritus, of air that felt *heavy* in your throat with each labored breath.
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Conveying size by describing the small details one could only glean at such an insignificant scale.

The cracks and uneven folds between two flakes of skin—one half sloughed off and destined to flutter to the floor below, like any other bit of organic detritus.

1/3

"I could just throw you away, you know? You want that?"

You're too small for him to see the fear reflected in your eyes, yet your frantic shaking gives him some measure of satisfaction.

"Good. N-now uh...get to work!"

"S-stop? Do you know how much I paid for you!?" His face twists into an offended grimace, and you soon find yourself squeezed between two fingers—tight enough to force the breath from your chest. A blur of motion, your stomach lurches as you're brought towards the open trash can.

I adore domineering bigs that are also kind of pathetic.

"H-hey! I went through the trouble of feeding you, so you better make up for it...!" uttered by an overworked young man as he presses you against his aching soles, your squirms making for a nice massage after his shift...

1/3

Seems like a cool trend, so here's mine as well! Hello Charlotte, as a series, has my favorite story of all time.

I think one of the reasons unaware is so appealing to me is because it allows even the most “gentle” characters to be monsters in their own right. It's a unique junction between a legitimately good person and the horrors they can inflict on those beneath their notice.

(Rambling below)

Tears dance across the edges of your vision. They flow in rivulets down your cheek, slowly wicked away by the displacing air. It feels strangely...good, a meager way to relieve your despair in the face of the inevitable.

You look up to the sky and watch as the world collapses.

The time-dilated descent of a kind, nerdy boy's rear prolonging its encroaching impact upon the worn cushions of a library chair.

You've tried screaming. Your words do not travel past the seat.

You've tried running. You collapse long before you escape the looming shadow.

1/2

Your last moments spent watching the outside world through the translucent prison of a sweat drop as it meanders down the length of your partner’s neck. You thrash and writhe within its bitter embrace. You were so, so close. To rescue. To help. If you could only break through...

Was it getting closer—

*Whump*

The mage lets out a yelp as he loses his balance, clumsily falling ass-first onto the hard tile of the floor below. Embarrassed, he hastily rises to his feet, a slender hand moving to brush the dust—and a half-crushed speck—off his posterior.

It rises unimpeded, and the sudden change of pressure almost throws them to their stomach. Dirt loosened from its tread rains down from on high, motes larger than their body crashing like an avalanche in the distance.

They force themselves to move. The tears still come.

A tiny looking on in horror as a sneaker the size of a cruise ship crashes upon the stragglers of their traveling party, kicking up winds so fierce they're forced to shield their eyes. Loose laces sprawl hapazardly across the earth, burying another beneath the dirty fibers.
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A wizard's familiar reduced to a blushing, frazzled mess as their master crouches to retrieve a tome on the shelf just above them. They try to look away as the silken fabrics of his robe press against the wide curves of his rear, yet the sight dominates the sky above them...

1/2

A sneaker slowly rising as an unseen giant—face blurred and obscured in the sky far, far above—begins the motion of another step. Air rushing in to fill the gap the shoe once occupied, sweeping up anything that had survived the initial impact and pushing it towards the newfound footprint.

Thrown airborne alongside an avalanche of dust and crumbs as a worker hastily sweeps the restaurant floor, you land painfully in a growing pile of grit, inches away from a loose hair thicker than your body.

The dustpan looms nearby...you'd soon line the bottom of a trash can.

Mistaken for a bug and forced to endure the annoyed *swat* of your partner, only for their palm to land *just* shy from where you were. Feeling the force of it explode outward, a windstorm robbing you of your balance and sending you sprawling across the countertop, no different than dust...

Flying tinies being knocked off course by the sheer presence of someone walking through their airspace. Minute motions—the swing of an arm, the shift of the hips, a slight turn of the head—creating minute air currents that are akin to the fiercest gale at their infinitesimal size...

A sneaker slowly rising as an unseen giant—face blurred and obscured in the sky far, far above—begins the motion of another step. Air rushing in to fill the gap the shoe once occupied, sweeping up anything that had survived the initial impact and pushing it towards the newfound footprint.

Displaced air is wonderful for conveying a difference in scale.

A rear descending from on-high that causes the very air to shift to accommodate the plummeting mass—kicking up currents that push you to your knees long before the mountain of fabric and flesh makes contact.

(Ramble)

Y-yeah,,,

twin mountains of flesh colliding and grinding with such force that it could have liquified me if caught between them, each minute impact loud enough it would be all but deafening!!! To say nothing of the sound of the fabric, stretching and contorting to accommodate his movements...🫠

Smothered against a mass of moist flesh, the thick, acrid smell of your surroundings diluted and mixed with the scent of chewed gum and coffee. It drags you across stubble and sweat, leaving a viscous trail in its wake.

Your taste goes unnoticed as he laps at his partner's pit.