If you don’t love me now

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“Kiss -Request-” by Hangry-Female

“You will never love me.”

“I won’t.”

“I am lovable.”

“You are, but that’s not the way it works.”

“I’ll make you love me.”

“You made me small, but you can’t make me love you.”

“This is not turning out the way I thought it would.”

“What ever does?”

“My cakes. My bread. My tomatoes. My drinking.”

“Small potatoes.”

“You are small potatoes.”

“I’m small, but I’m not a potato.”

“You are a couch potato.”

“I’m a panty potato. The only times I ever spend on a couch is when you are on a couch, wearing me inside your panties.”

“Why won’t you love me?”

“Neediness is a turn-off.”

“I don’t need you. I just want you.”

“Then what do you care how I feel?”

“I don’t know. This is a new feeling. I’ve never cared about the faces you made, or the grimaces, or the screams. Now I find myself wondering what you’re thinking about, who you want to fuck, where you want to be.”

“Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“No.”

“What can I do better?”

“Nothing. My heart was already taken when you did this to me. I think of my wife every morning when I wake up, and when I go to sleep, and every moment in between, when you are using me.”

“She’s forgotten you.”

“What?!”

“Yes, she’s moved on. She has a new boyfriend now, and she’s stopped looking for you. Your daughter doesn’t even remember you.”

“This is why I don’t love you, and never will. You are cruel beyond measure. You stole my life from me. You made me into nothing but a sex toy. I had everything, and now I have nothing.”

“I had nothing, and now I have everything.”

“Is your life so centered around sex that this ‘everything’ has to be a tiny man you use to fulfill your sexual needs?”

“Yes. I go mad when I don’t use you. I’m distracted. I can’t work. I can’t function. You are my air, and I feel you in my heart.”

“That’s pathetic. You should be able to function without me.”

“I should, but I don’t. I’d fall apart.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think so. I think you should try to be without me for a time, and see how you do.”

“I don’t want to do that.”

“Suit yourself. But I think it’s sad that you can’t live your life unless I’m around.”

“I can. I simply don’t want to.”

“There’s nothing simple about this.”

‘It is very simple. I want you. I always want you. I want you with me all the time. And there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing. Everything has gone wrong for you because of me. You have lost everything and everyone, but for the first time in my life, I can breathe, and my heart doesn’t hurt. When I look at you I feel… full. Complete.”

“I find you boring. I miss my wife and the way she moves around the kitchen when she cooks for me. I miss the way her voice lifts when she wants to go see a movie. I miss the way she walks past me and leaves a trail of her scent for me to follow. I miss the way she bossed me around about things I found absolutely annoying. I miss mowing my lawn. I miss everything about my life, and if you brought me back, I’d never think of you, except in my nightmares.”

“Fuck. That hurts.”

“Good. It’s true. All of it.”

“I don’t care. You fill my heart. You fill me with joy,”

“One day I’ll hate you.”

“Maybe, but until then, kiss me, little toy.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Kiss me.”

“No.”

“Fine. I’ll just make you kiss me.”

“It won’t be the same.”

“It is. You are mine. You will always be mine, no matter how you feel, or for whom you cum, or what’s left of your soul wants. You don’t know it, but every molecule of yours is mine, beyond love, beyond thoughts, beyond feelings. Love your wife. Think about your wife. I don’t care. Your body belongs to me, and when you open your eyes and mind, you are mine too. Every two inches of you. Kiss me.”

“No!”

“No? But you are. Look at you, kissing me now. Look at your lips, puckering up over mine, touching and feeling and swelling.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I don’t! Stop!”

“Kiss me again. And again, and again. Never stop.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me. You love this. You love being tiny. You love being a sex toy. You love being two inches tall.”

“I don’t love you. I will never love you!”

“Kiss me. I feel enough for the both of us.”

“I hate you, you fucking psycho.”

“I love you. You are mine, forever. Kiss me. Bend your body into my mouth. Sink your face into my lips, and press your hands on the pink wall of me.”

“I’m broken. Nothing I do has heart.”

“My heart is big enough for the both of us. My love gives you purpose. Hate me if you must. Be bored. Love your wife. Wish for her with all your might. You’ll never see her again. You’ll see me every day, feel me every morning, and make me feel everything I want to feel every time I want.”

“If you loved me, you’d take me back.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’d want me to be happy.”

“Wrong, little one. I give your life more purpose than anything you’d find out there. Because of you I can breathe, eat, think, feel, live. You are everything. Out there you’d be an echelon in the tiny lives of little people that have moved on without you. Here with me you are an universe.”

“Fuck you. You are insane.”

“I’m as sane as you are. I only take what’s mine, and you are mine. It doesn’t matter how you feel or what you say. Kiss me again.”

“No!”

“And again…”

“No!”

“And again…”

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6 thoughts on “If you don’t love me now

  1. I’ve often said that one of the things that attracts me to size fantasy is that it allows for dom-sub encounters without all the histrionic humiliation. The giant’s dominance is obvious; they can just pick the tiny up and drop them in their pocket or whatever.

    This encounter is not about physical domination but emotional domination, and it is anything but histrionic. This giantess absolutely owns her selfish desires, but she’s empathetic enough to address her tiny man’s stubborn dignity. She knows it takes time to reshape it, and she’s prepared for it.

    In fact, she wouldn’t have it end a minute early.

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    • There’s a place for histrionic humiliation, to be sure. I like it, from time to time. I also… and mostly, like knowing that no matter the demonstrations, no matter the feeling or lack thereof, that tiny man is where he belongs. There is nothing that can be done to change his situation. Or… is there? I’m also attracted to the idea that he can do something about it. He can find a way out of his situation. He’s not a dumb little fuck to be used night and day. He has a mind, he had brains, and he uses it and them. Whether that results in his freedom from constant use is another matter, but I can’t imagine a single owner in the world that does not want to be entertained by spurts of mental acuity, by a keen mind trapped in a tiny body.

      There are a lot of dumb people out there. I vote for shrinking someone smart. Stubborn dignity isn’t a challenge at all, though slightly attractive. Intelligent arguments and standing his ground make for a much more interesting tiny man. The balance between that sort of strength and the invariable giving in are very powerful settings in my mind. And no, she would not have it end a minute early, but end it must. If it doesn’t end, it becomes a boring game, a constant litany of whining, an endless battering ram to her ears when he squeaks his complaints. Such a toy is useless.

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    • Maybe longer than four weeks. Four years? Maybe. If he’s worth it. Who in the world is worth four years?

      Is it cruelty? Or is it elevating his life to something more meaningful than what it might have been otherwise? She can sniff out the raw material, the diamond in the rough… though it might have been that she was wrong all along, and he’s just a lump of useless flesh. Whatever the case, she doesn’t stop until she finds out.

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