Crazy Odorous Bizarre Shrink was written in mid-May and contains micro unaware shrinking, smelly body exploration, feet content, and an older female giant in Japan. Armpit entrapment was lobbied for hard so that was added in as well. Humor is rather present in this one and it is primarily written in a first person perspective.

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“She’s moving over again!”

It happened without an explanation.  Ms. Tanabe’s house was last on the milk delivery route and my run was proceeding as though it were just another dull day. Nothing ever happened in Maizuru, anyway so you'd think a change of the norm would be welcome... Well was I wrong. I’d brought the two bottles inside to place near the right of the genkan by her historically disorganized arrangement of shoes; she’d insisted on not leaving her parcels outdoors and for good reason: she was transitioning into a bit of a drunk and the embarrassment of wandering out was beginning to take its toll on her.

Atsuko Tanabe’s salad days were rather exciting and she’d oftentimes regal me with tales of her adventures with her now adult daughter attending University. She’d trounce bar patrons in games of ‘Osama’ and end up getting cut off forcing the then young Emi to escort her back home; she’d helped her daughter rob their neighbors of their system for refusing to turn down their awful music… the two of them were adventurous to say the very least. Emi eventually grew up to pursue a medical career, however, and the now 32 year-old home maiden sought out comfort in the kindness of strangers, suitors, and pitifully inexpensive sake.

None of that mattered currently, though. Before me the beautiful beast laid in rest atop her futon, dressed only in a thin blanket, a far-to-small ill-fitting pair of panties, and a single hole-filled sock on her left foot.  The giant form of Atsuko dwarfed my frail body and even in while asleep, her subtle and unconscious movements spelled out nothing but peril to all insignificant pests that dared disturb her. I had to get her attention somehow, though. [Besides, who the fuck would keep reading if the MC just took the responsible option and decided to wait patiently by the milk bottles he’d only just delivered and grab her attention once she went to retrieve them?]

Trekking the climb to the top of the futon proved relatively simple: the cotton material yielded to my actions quite easily despite my size and the only difficulty lay in avoiding the slowly swaying (and fairly odorous) socked soles of Ms. Tanabe. Before too long, I was face to crotch with the living mountain. A giant foot with unpainted nails lay just behind my scope of vision, two toned legs with puzzlingly thick thighs towering over me on either my right or left, orange laced panties enticing me with the faint smell of her sex directly before me, and the slightly aged, albeit gorgeous face of inebriated unkempt titan even further away. It was time to take the first steps forward…

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Barely registrable to any being larger than a cricket, Atsuko shifted in her sleep only slightly and muttered to herself about something on the television or another equally unimportant topic. Crossing her legs instinctively to alleviate a pesky itch near the ankle of her socked foot, her bare one directly behind [Your self-insert MC] presses against his tiny body, leaving him to find himself caught into the fray between flesh and sweaty cotton. The soft scratches sounded akin to powerful slashes on his scale and the unfortunate mant finds himself entangled in the cotton on her socked foot’s upper rim; a miasma of malodor surrounding him on every side.

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“Shit...! My wrist got [somehow] caught in the threads…! Can she feel me down here?!"

I had to rock back and forth as hard as I could to get free but it wasn’t proving fruitful fast enough. The cotton wasn’t difficult to break out of at all, but the nylon that I’d gotten [inexplicably] encircling around my hand wasn’t budging. In addition to all of this, the sock had a certain dampness that was re-awakening itself with every motion I made. The pungent odor of sweat was enveloping me on every turn and my mind was reeling and taking me to bizarre places. This entire event was warping my psyche. It’d only reminded me of having to rip open one of those American plastic pickle bags with my mouth to eat the salty treat withi- -

"..."

"..."

“Oh for fucks sake…”

Having exhausted all other options, biting at the powerful threads seemed to be my only option. It worked decently enough... but the progress made itself apparent quite slowly. With each ripped nylon string, I was one step closer to freeing myself and simultaneously another step closer to ripping out my tongue before the revolting taste of Ms. Tanabe’s foot sweat became a permanent stamp on my buds.

Freeing myself near the ankle, I was able to clamber over the bottom part of her legs with just a bit of trouble. ‘Foraging’ through her leg hairs (invisible to anyone of normal scale) I’d taken a short break and noted that I had made my arduous trek near the inner region of her mountainous left thigh. A faint odor of sex made its way towards my nose and I couldn’t stop myself from engaging in a one-sided staring contest with her panties again. They taunted me and something compelled me to inspect them more thoroughly, if for only just a moment.

“Insertion wasn’t one of the three keywords,” I rationalized to myself aloud. “I’d better keep heading upwards and ignore them for this story's sake.”

The darkness made it impossible to tell how much time had passed and being beneath her thin, white comforter only sought to amplify this mystery. After no longer hearing the gurgling of what I assumed (and hoped) was her stomach and finding myself nearing a slope of   immaculate, smooth skin, it was decent enough to assume I’d made it to the lovely woman’s breasts.

“Maybe… maybe I'll take just a peak since we didn’t check things out downstairs…”

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Once again thwarting his efforts, Atsuko shifted from laying on her back to laying on her right side. Tumbling down in a futile struggle with gravity, the poor self-insert hero finds himself pinned between flesh once again. Very, very warm flesh.

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“Damn... I’m baking alive!”

Once again, I found myself trapped by the unnoticing Atsuko and cursed the unknown forces that shrunk me down and subjected me to such a torture [I blame the anons and refuse to take full responsibility for my circumstances. I felt like writing cute, gentle shit today.].  I was pressed up against something rather… rough on my face but smooth and hot towards my neck and back… and the smell! Shit! It’s horrible. A comparison to a well-populated locker room with cheap, inefficient fragrance spray comes to mind. Each of the bristles that subtly cut and nipped at my face assaulted me with slight pain and a collection of fetid underarm sweat molecules. As time slowly passed, I’d resigned myself to fate and found myself adhering to a particularly ‘curly’ one of Ms. Tanabe’s armpit hairs. Despite essentially becoming “one with her” and having been subjected to it all for so long, the smell refused to dissipate. Without warning, however, the soft wall on my back unsheathed from me, leaving me in place with against my illicit hair lover, and a light beamed blindingly against me.

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Atsuko Tanabe found herself awake again at the bright time of 05:00.

“I’m never going to get my schedule back on track…” she sighed dejectedly followed by a light belch. Drunkenly stumbling towards the genkan, she’d noticed her milk had been delivered.

“Ara ara ~” she beamed, >because I couldn’t resist writing that into the script, “That cute milk boy came by again and I JUST must’ve missed him,” she mused despite the fact that he’d dropped them off hours ago. Looking towards the analog clock atop her makeshift bedroom's entrance, she’d taken note of the time.

“Shit, I’ve got to clean up and get to ‘work’ soon…”  Forgoing any sort of washing or other preparation, Atsuko simply grabbed the prior day’s uniform, a light application of eye make-up and a new layer of deodorant. Sadly, this was the most she’d probably prepared herself all week.

Exchanging gazes with an oval shaped, giant white tube, the >self-insert young man's fate was sealed: the deodorant bar crushed him out of existence with his tiny beaten body pressed into the pit of the hottest, most promiscuous milf in the prefecture.

グレートですよ此奴わ

The Girl from S.W.A.T.r. was written in early June and contains a BBW sized giantess, unaware and aware micro vore, butt crushing, a new world order, and multiple perspectives. Humor is slightly present in the text but the main basis of this entire scenario is the real joke.
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Rebekah or… however the hell she spelled it… was quickly becoming a bad influence on Nicky.  Anon had been dating her for the better part of a year and things were going swimmingly well despite his, well...

>circumstances.

Men were being downsized to a multitude of different heights. It was some virus that only attacked Y chromosomes or something. It’d didn’t make any sense and Anon wasn’t studious enough to give it too much forethought but all in all he was a ‘fortunate’ case; dialing in at a rather impressive three inches. Other’s heights ranged from 2.5 inches or so to nearly microscopic- - it was a real pity for their loved ones and a catastrophe for political figures. The shift in society’s power was beginning to make itself more skewed and more apparent and then THEY started showing up. I believe that’s a decent enough way to segway into Rebekah’s introduction.

‘Bekkah’, as she preferred to be called, was a Second Wave Activist of Tiny Rights- - Or at least when it was convenient enough to be one. She did everything she could to blog and rally up support for the wrong that they’d been subjected to but her hypocritical actions and mannerisms served only to discredit everything she stood for and only reinforced the second-class citizenship of tinies. These annoying ideals slowly began to seep into the mind of Anon’s poor, naïve Nicole.

Things weren’t too out of the ordinary for a Tuesday. Nicky was ‘busy’ watching television with her feet propped up in a relaxed fashion on the coffee table and Rebekah was right beside her stealing glances at the television screen between her frenzied typing on Tumblr. She was no doubt in another debate she had no business being involved in: a hobby she called her 'natural calling'. Passively continuing to wedge herself between Nicole and Anon’s relationship, the tiny boyfriend was on the middle cushion directly between them with very little room for comfort; truly an allegory for their current status. Squeezed between the top of Nicole’s toned upper thigh and the large (so-called “voluptuous”) backside of Rebekah that was spilling out of her ill-fitting sweatpants, more than anything he just wanted her to leave.

As her stomach rumbled fiercely, Rebekah was reminded of one of the reason’s she’d invited herself over that evening.

“Hey, I’ve got this new organic protein junk I want you to try! It’s fucking wild! I’ll be right back!”

Not waiting for a reply or affirmation, Rebekah stated all this just a bit too loudly given the closeness of the two of them.

“Uhh, okay, cool!” Nicky's politeness made her a bit of a doormat.

With a massive affirmative creak from the couch, no doubt sighing in relief, the massive brunette made her way towards the kitchen and left the couple alone for just a brief moment.

“Nicky, please…” Anon began to start again only to be silenced and shut down immediately.

“You two just need to get along and tough it out,” she whispered in a harsh tone. “She’s my best friend and I love BOTH of you. I mean, we’re all fighting for tiny rights so you at least have that in common. Make this work for me, babe. Make this work for us!”

  Ignoring any other rebuttal he offered, Anon was forced to sit in silence again, sighing in frustration. “They’re going to be the death of me…”

As if to confirm his thoughts, the heavy heeled steps of Rebekah echoed throughout the two-bedroom apartment’s hardwood floors and she stood in front of Nicole beaming with an expected sort of look. With the hand that wasn’t constantly open-palming her laptop, Rebekah shoves a yogurt-like container in Nicole’s face.

“TRY. THIS.”

  Lowering herself back down slowly to make herself comfortable on the couch again (right next to her bestest friend), Anon’s world immediately was overcast in shadow and immediately went dark.

“What are you even trying to feed me? It looks like… pudding with sprinkles.” Nicole posed inquisitively.

“It’s awesome, I swear. It’s sponsored by S.W.A.T.r. and we always snack on them during meetings. It’s supposed to be like, the purest way to get protein and the woman with the gauges and Clinton button at the counter told me that it’ll strengthen your aura, reduce wrinkles, and…”

Nicole had already begun to tune her out. Grabbing the plastic spoon attached to the cellophane keeping the lid together, Nicky grabbed her first spoonful of the bizarre ‘protein’ dish.

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From Jack’s perspective, very little made sense. He was wadding in a pool of viscous material in an all encompassing cold, and dark. He heard voices from either side of him screaming for help but without being able to move himself, there was very little he could do about it. The thick pool of tasteless syrup that ensnared them all began to move and the temperature began to rise only slightly. As the walls above them parted and a powerful light blinded them open its removal, he’d realized that he’d have rather preferred to have stayed in the dark.

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Placing the spoon into the pudding-like substance just felt weird to Nicky. The gelatinous give, the bizarre color and assorted dotted flecks in it didn’t appear very appetizing. But, in an effort to accommodate Bekkah once again, she’d go ahead and try it as not to dissapoint or insult her offering. Inverting the spoon and slowly placing it upon her tongue in a slow downward motion, Nicole was surprised to find it rather fruity and just a hint… salty? It was odd. Maybe the second spoonful would be better...

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The giant pink wave of flesh was coming closer and closer at an alarming pace and crashing was imminent. A thin rope of saliva made itself visible stretching from the bottom of the giant woman’s lip to the roof of her mouth. “Why didn’t the S.W.A.T.r. women allow them to protest with the others that went free? Why was he just… food now?” These thoughts were ultimately deemed useless as the gelatinous spoon filled with hundred of fellow shrunken men found its way into her mouth immediately drowning a majority of the victims and leaving the few remaining survivors to be pulled into her cavernous mouth to brave themselves against the abyss that was her stomach.

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The second, third, fourth… hell, every spoonful of this weird gunk was phenomenal! For once, Rebekah had made a pretty good recommendation! Nicole could see herself buying these in the future once she’d finished this cup out.

“Whoa, slow down, speedy. I said you could TRY it. Let me have some! I DID buy it y’know.”

As Rebekah sat up a bit to reach for the plastic container, Anon was given a brief reprieve from the torture that was being sat upon by the obese Tumblrite’s right cheek. Air pooled its way into his lungs and without waiting a second, he rushed for the other side of the couch… to no avail. The leather material had conformed to Bekkah’s weight and an unsurpassable crater trapped him in place. The shadow reintroduced itself to him.

With the spoon of men slowly heading for her mouth, the rumbling in Bekkah’s stomach finally relented in the form of a series of gaseous expulsions

“Urrrp! Hehehe…” Bekkah could be a bit manly at times but Nicky thought is was humourous.

“You’re so fucking gross, sometimes, Bekkah, I swear to God.”

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Having been warmed by the departure from the refrigerator, the tiny captives found themselves introduced to an entirely new extreme. The warm, rancid blast of Bekkah's belched air caused a minor ripple of heat to engulf every tiny body atop the spoon. Elliott puked on the spot at the realization that the odor emitted was the digested remains of his fellow men his size and bubbly carbonation from her Mountain Dew ®  Live Wire ™. The second expulsion of gas was in the form of a fart. Inaudible and rather odorless to the normal sized company of Nicky, the explosion of methane may as well have been a mustard gas trench for Anon trapped beneath her blubbery folds. Eyes streaking with tears, he just wanted to die in embarrassment.

“She doesn’t even realize I’m down here!”

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Having so graciously allowed Nicole to have the last few spoons of the S.W.A.T.r. sponsored protein mixture, the well-mannered blonde’s curiosity got the best of her and she began to inspect the nutrition information of the delightful snack…

“What the- - Bekkah, Oh my God- -“ Nicole's face spelled out a horrified expression.

“What is it?” she inquired, eyes unmoved from the computer screen.

“This stuff is… There’s… There’s little MEN in here! I don’t get it. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I thought our group protected the shrunken people!! Why are you eating them and sponsoring this terrible thing?! I’m going.. I'm going to be sick...”

“Shit, did I seriously leave that part out?” Bekkah mused in a deadpan tone. “It’s not that big of a deal. Those are tinies like the ones we’re supposed to be protecting, of course. Men of all sorts of backgrounds got shrunk but these are different.”

Nicole seemed understandably unconvinced. “What the hell does that even mean? Different how?”

“Those are conservative cis-white male tinies.”

Rebekah took a moment to giggle uncontrollably and began to explain further. “We don’t support them at all. Disposing of them in a way that behooves womankind and the rights of men that fight for our cause is the natural way for them to go and a symbol for the tiny men that we DO stand for that we’re on their side completely because we fight for the RIGHT things."

 Nicole's expression remained unconvinced.

"It’ll all make sense once Hilary tops the charts this next week. Where’s your lame ass tiny boyfriend, anyway? We should probably explain this all to him before he thinks we’re cannibals or against him or something. Besides, he’s either for or against us right?” 

Upon hearing the muffled explanation of the horror's transpiring above, Anon seriously contemplated whether or not he even wanted survive and silently elected to succumb to death beneath Rebekah's globular rear. If Nicky began thinking like this, would living even be worth it? As the weight above was lifted, the tiny man was met with amused cackles from both Rebekah and Nicole... What could even happen next?