
The germ freeloading on your skin. He/Him, 18+. Dudes are REALLY hot tbh(Bi). PFP drawn by the wonderful @palesoftmoons!!!!
A single grain of sand
Joined February 2019
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I'm Vek, a writer of microfiction and the occasional short story. My niche is mainly nano/micro sizes with a heavy focus on unaware, though I branch out often.
CW: “Bad-ends” and light/moderate gore are prevalent throughout, as are giants of any gender.
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.
Ditzy, woefully oblivious big and the smears adorning the individual fibers of their ill-fitting pants.
Desperate screams for attention.
Final prayers to a god too vast to care.
The tearful embrace of doomed lovers.
Meeting the same, abrupt end beneath two, wobbling cheeks…
I adore posts that are just: "Yeah, if I saw a tiny I'd help them, but I'd have a boner the whole time".
Oh, to be a speck, forced to trust someone while being keenly aware that something many times my size stretches against the fabric, eager at the sight of my insignificance...
Finally gaining the attention of the baggy-eyed NEET you and your shrunken friend had spent the last week trying to contact, only to be knocked prone as his fingertip slams atop the desk, smothering your companion completely. He crudely uses the same finger to scratch his ass...
It’s crazy how many of my favorite aspects of extreme size are captured in this one totally non-fetish-focused Brawl Stars animation…
The abrupt demise and sudden tonal shift…
The almost darkly comedic swap to a mundane POV.
The traumatized loved ones left in its wake…
Breathing your last breath in the depths of a stranger's rear. Clawing desperately at unfeeling skin as the light slowly leaves your eyes. Breaking down as your lungs fail to process the toxic fog clinging to every choked gasp for air.
Your struggles go unnoticed in the dark...
Sober and the feeling hasn’t left I fear.
Ooooo to shrink in some guys apartment and be forced to spend hours crawling across a single pair of boxers he had discarded the night prior, baking in the lingering heat of his flesh, choking on the dried scent of his groin and rear…
*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.
Hottest thing I've seen in my LIFE.
-[Shifted] The Midnight Snack-
Late at night, a distracted Quinn Carter prepares a snack, completely unaware that several A.N.T.S. have been scattered around his kitchen...
As Quinn moves along he is completely unaware of the tragedy beneath his gaze...
Full story on my website
Commission for @VekelM
Enveloped in a biblical flood as a deluge of translucent fluid emerges from the mile-spanning, fleshy crevasse that had dominated your dimly lit horizon—choking and drowning in what was little more than a drop of pre-cum, dripping from the glans of someone scrolling your profile.
Neet who notices your mangled body after hearing the soft crunch you made when he plopped onto his computer chair. He barely spares you a second glance before flicking you to the floor below, forgotten as he queues into his game.
You bleed out to the sounds of Deadlock overhead.
I want to be a sobbing mess, looking up through red eyes as the foot of a friend’s OC eclipses the light above, miles upon miles of unkempt sock fibers adorned with bits of fuzz and faint specks of grit magnitudes larger than I am…
Croaking screams silenced by a soft *thump*.





