a small big difference

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#6 of microfics


You didn't expect how *big* everything would be once you dwindled down again. You had subsized before, but that didn't mean that being even smaller than before wasn't almost like a brand new experience.

A "small" change from about a dozen centimeters (6 inches) to a single digit size of eight centimeters (3 inches) wasn't that much in your head, but after becoming that size you suddenly realized that the world would increase in size at by at least two hundred percent. Your brain was busy doing this math in the background though, as you pondered the scale of your friend, leaning down to check on you after the light from the shrink ray dissipates. The floor underneath you feels so foreign and alien, but you can easily recognize the objects around you. They're just so... *big.* It's hard to describe it any other way. The word is stuck in your head; the sheer scale of everything is just hard to comprehend.

You're not sure why, but your feel cheeks flush. You look down at the pile of your giant clothing around you and you see that a fold of your oversized underwear is covering your erection, the fibers grinding up against them in a way you'd never felt before. The whole experience seems to have brought you to arousal. You know why, but you hope your friend doesn't see it. It would be embarrassing if they found out why you asked them to do this again.

"Haha, that happened last time, too!" They can see it. They point at your throbbing erection, grinning. "You sure you're not into it? It's okay if you are, I am too~"

...At least you were with someone who understood.


Originally posted on Mastodon.

another lab day

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tucked away

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extended living

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