By: Spam314314
I got the shrinking disease at 21. Not that hard to diagnose, as it turns out. You have to have the right sequence of genes to get it. A one-in-a-million gene on one side of the family and a less rare but still uncommon gene from the other. Lucky me, I guess. As far as I knew, I was the 23rd documented case. Still rare, but not new enough to generate that much buzz anymore.
At first, it was crushing, like my whole life had slipped through my fingers. I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with college anymore, which didn’t really matter anyway because what kind of job is a 2-inch-tall person going to be able to do effectively?
My diagnosis garnered a lot of attention locally. I was interviewed and the story got shared around my town’s social media groups. Unfortunately, thoughts and prayers only go so far. It seemed like the plan was to live with my parents until…they couldn’t take care of me anymore, I guess.
When I saw a message from a girl I went to high-school with, I assumed it was the same as everyone else I barely knew. ‘Sorry to hear what happened to you. Hope you’re doing okay.’ Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but it just kind of got tiring after the 50th one. But this one was actually interesting, from a girl named Maria.
Hey! I heard about your condition from the local Facebook page. I know this might be really weird, but I wanted to reach out and let you know about a way you might be able to use your new size to make some money. It’s…more than a little awkward though.
A unique way to make money at my tiny size? I racked my brain trying to put everything together. My eyebrows creased when the most logical conclusion came to me. I scrambled from key to key on my keyboard
Is it porn?
The little bubble indicating her profile picture swooped down almost immediately, indicating she’d read my message already.
Yeah...I think everything might be easier to explain if I do it in person. Would that be okay? Or are you not interested at all?
Considering that I didn’t have anything better to do, I figured there was no reason to not hear her out. Why not? Plus, moving from one key to the next on my keyboard meant writing a paragraph felt like an odyssey. So I just sent back an affirming message and slowly typed my address to her.
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I explained to my parents that I was expecting company, but not the reason why. Considering how down and sullen I’d been the past few weeks, I think they were just happy that it looked like I was trying to have a social life. When the doorbell rang, they were more than happy to send Maria my way.
She smiled as she walked into my room, straight brown hair practically shimmering from the light from my window.
“Hi. It’s good to see you.” she said jovially. She gestured to the chair in front of the desk I was standing on. “Okay if I sit here?”
She paused, waiting for my permission.
“Hi Maria, thank you for coming over. Yeah, go ahead.”
She took off her backpack and sat, pulling out a laptop and placing onto the desk in front of us.
“Okay. I know we never really talked much in high school and I’m going to be completely honest that me telling you about this is me being a little bit selfish buuuuut.”
She winked at me.
“I think you stand to benefit too.”
She messed with the computer a bit and then pulled up a presentation. She’d made a fucking slide show for this? Apparently convincing me was important to her.
“You already figured out that it’s a porn thing.”
She paused again as she moved to her first actual slide.
“I feel like it’s always a porn thing,” I joked.
She chuckled at that.
“The punchline is, with the shrinking disease popping up, the market for what’s called giantess content has exploded. Here are some graphs of video sales since the 1st case became public.”
Every graph showed the same trend. Mostly horizontal lines that all shot up a few weeks after the date of the first case. In most instances, sales increased by over ten times.
“Oh wow. So, where do I come in then?”
Maria, apparently more than ready for this question, flipped forward a slide. This one had two videos embedded in it, and she played them both at once.
“Most videos are done through POV, or with small figurines.”
I watched the clips that were playing, which confirmed what she was saying. She flipped forward another slide filled with snapshots of Discord messages.
“So, here’s where I have to come clean. I know all of this because I’m into giantess content. I’m in all these channels because I love watching these women. In almost every single one, the store owner talks about what they would do to get to film with an actual tiny and how much they expect a clip with a real person would sell.”
That also checked out based on what she showed me.
“And so…I might have told my favorite creator that someone I knew turned tiny. When I showered her the article about you, she begged me to at least talk to you.”
Next slide. A thick, Asian girl stared back at me. She had chestnut brown hair and an almond-shaped face. Her tight gray shirt hugged two huge tits and her slim waist flared out as it came down to her hips. Above her pictures, in a big, bold font, was the name ‘Cindy’.
“Aaaand from the back.”
Maria clicked over to a new slide, where the woman was wearing the same outfit, but showcased from behind. She more than filled out the pink gym shorts she was wearing.
“I think that’s the biggest butt I’ve ever seen on an Asian girl.”
I said it without thinking and immediately felt stupid.
“I know, right! I have a few videos of hers if you kinda want to see what you’d be in for, but first she also wanted me to let you know what would be in it for you.”
Her next slide showed some of the terms Cindy was willing to offer if I filmed a few videos with her. I wasn’t an expert on the economy of porn videos, but they seemed generous to say the least. I would get the lion’s share of the profit of my debut videos if I agreed. There was a clause about what the terms would look like if I decided to keep filming with her, which still seemed lucrative if sales were anything like Maria claimed.
While I was still slack-jawed, Maria moved forward to her last slide and showed me a few more clips of Cindy and what I might be in for. Most of them seemed to revolve around the tiny being crushed under her butt, but there were a few others sprinkled in. It was known from previous tests that tinies were practically indestructible, so that wasn’t a worry. Maria glanced down, blue eyes looking hopeful.
“So, last thing before you make your choice. Cindy would need a camerawoman, which I have some experience with. Also, I don’t think she’s sketchy, but you probably want another person around to make sure she doesn’t just walk off with you or something.”
I hadn’t even considered that. Having Maria around would be good just to because she knew what to look out for. Here eyes still gleaned down at me, clearly looking for a specific result.
And to be honest, it wasn’t a hard choice. What did I have to lose? My dignity? I was already just over an inch tall.
“I’ll give it a try,” I finally eased out. Maria beamed down at me.
“Awesome! Film a video with me saying you’ll accept, and I’ll send it to her. Apparently, she only lives about an hour out from us”
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“That must be her.”
Maria and I were sitting on her couch. Well, she was sitting on the couch while I was carefully placed on her living room table. We’d been awaiting the model for a little while. Maria smiled like a kid who just saw Santa Claus when Cindy stepped out of her car. She was clad in a white hoodie and black leggings. She popped open her trunk and pulled out a black luggage bag which was almost certainly filled with props and outfits. Maria scooped me up and opened the door before her guest even finished getting up her porch steps.
The few videos I watched presented Cindy as this hardcore, badass domme. When her eyes drifted down to me, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease. Which meant I was not expecting it when her eyes went wide and in the bubbliest voice I’d ever heard she said,
“Ohmygosh, you are so cute! Can I give you a hug!?”
She didn’t wait for a yes. Her arms wrapped around Maria and I both, squeezing tight. I blushed as I was pressed between Cindy’s big chest and Maria’s more modest one. Maria seemed to stiffen in the porn star’s embrace. The hug lasted for a few seconds longer than I thought it should have, but I was released, falling back into Maria’s hand.
“Is it okay if I step in?”
Maria, blushing, nodded and Cindy swooped right by her. We made some small chat for a minute or two before Maria decided to direct things more to the business side.
“You said you’re trying to shoot 5 different videos today?”
“Yeah, that’s the goal. I can give you the scenarios, even though you ultimately know how things are going to go.”
We’d discussed us filming already over email and how all roads would lead to me getting crushed or pressed against her body. I had already consented to that. To my humiliation, I’d also consented to being farted on and placed in her clothing so long as I wasn’t against her naked ass. Now Cindy was just laying out the specific flavor of each video.
“Okay. The first one I’ve got planned is that I’m your little sister and I’m the first person to find you after you’ve shrunk. I talk down to you a little bit, make you kiss my butt, and then smush your cute little body like a pancake. Ready?”
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It felt weird, sitting here on Maria’s bed. Luckily, she seemed to keep a pretty minimalist style, so it wasn’t clearly a girl’s room. Maria smiled from behind the camera that was pointed directly right at me.
“Bro! Mom says she keeps trying to call you and you won’t pick up.”
Cindy’s voice boomed through the doorway before she appeared. She sauntered in, now wearing a tight black pair of yoga pants and a yellow t-shirt that exposed a lot of her cleavage. The bored, apathetic expression on her face for sure gave the ‘done with this’ bratty sister impression. Maria turned to her as she put a confused look on her face.
“I could have sworn I just heard you in here. Are you hiding? Really?”
She put a hand on her hip and looked around, scanning around the room. She kept up the charade for a few seconds until her eyes locked down onto me. Her eyes widened in a pretty good imitation of surprise.
“No way. Is that you?”
She knelt down by the bed, eyes level with me now. Maria moved the camera slightly, probably zooming in.
“Oh my god it is you! You totally shrank!”
A Chesire cat grin spread out over her face. Her look was one of pure evil.
“Do you remember those ‘games’ you used to play with me. The ones that always ended up with me crying?.”
She turned around and left me staring at the tight fabric that was stretched against her bottom. Horizontal lines formed from how tight her pants were.
“Well I just thought of one of my own. It’s called, ‘kiss your sister’s ass if you don’t want to get smushed!’ Pucker up!”
I just stared up at the bottom-heavy woman, barely able to see her long brown hair cascading down her back. I froze. Cindy didn’t give me much time, improvising at my hesitation.
WHUMPF!
My whole world was soft pressure, like I was entombed under a mountain made of jello. The swampy musk followed soon after, a gross, powerful smell.
“I told you I’d smush you!”
She cackled and grinded onto me, doughy flesh pressing me into the bed. The fabric of her pants was rough and abrasive as it scraped over my tiny body.
“You feel sooooo good under my butt. Like a little cushion that was made for me. If you don’t want to kiss it, I can just keep sitting on you.”
She taunted me like that for several minutes, occasionally pausing to lift slightly to give Maria a good shot of me pinned under her big cheeks. Then she’d slam back down, making me thankful that at least her butt was soft.
Eventually, it seemed she decided that was enough of the sitting scenes. Cindy stood up and I went with her, stuck to her ass cheek. She turned around and paused, definitely looking for me. I gave a little wiggle, half to get her attention and half to unsmush myself. I managed to turn just in time to see a wide-eyed Maria. The excited tenor in her face told me that this was a money shot.
I was in motion again. Cindy jumped forward to lay down on the bed. Her ass jiggled when she landed. I tried valiantly to hold on to the light fabric of her yoga pants, but the constant motion made me fall between her cheeks. I cringed now that the earthy scent of her crack encompassed me, but I knew that’s what I was signing up for. Maria’s soft footsteps creeped forward, trying to get a closer angle.
“Now get to kissing if you don’t want to get smushed again.”
I had to get out of her crack by lifting my arms up and using them to climb up onto her cheek. It was difficult since my footing was unstable, but I managed. I leaned down and puckered up, making a show out of kissing her ass, actually enjoying the way her soft skin felt and the aroma of her light perfume. I stepped over an inch and gave that part of her expansive butt some attention too.
“That’s a good ‘little’ brother.”
She emphasized the word so demeaning that it did make me feel a little humiliated even though she was just acting. She let me keep this act up for about 30 seconds, running all across her left cheek before she spoke up.
“This cheek is feeling left out”
She pointed at the offended cheek. I stared for a second, then started making the trek. Didn’t think about it carefully enough though and I made the mistake of stepping off into the center of her pants. With nothing to support me, I dipped in between the canyon of her cheeks, losing daylight and tumbling between them. The raunchy smell was immediate. Her soft skin wrapped around me and I was positive I disappeared from view.
“So you want to get smushed again? Weird choice, but okay.”
I poked my head out just in time to start yelling.
“No Cindy, Ple-mmmphhh!”
She molded her cheeks together, giggling at having silenced me. She used her hands to knead her cheeks all around me. The feeling was incredible. Spongy, feminine flesh basically massaged every inch of my body. The odor on the other hand was awful, and it only grew more intense as Cindy’s motions pulled me deeper.
“You should be more careful bro. Especially when I’m feeling a little gassy!”
I didn’t want to ruin the video, but I genuinely needed to get at least a little more distance between me and her asshole. I scrambled up, again just poking my head out. Cindy squeezed her cheeks together and I looked up just in time to see her finger coming down at me.
“Nope! Get a little closer!”
She poked me down into her, submersing me back in her flesh. She clenched tighter, entombing me.
Pppppppprrttt!
The noxious assault made me want feel nauseous, and I was trapped in here with nowhere to go. Cindy cackled and kept flexing her cheeks for a few seconds before finally letting the pressure go. I didn’t waste any time, immediately getting my nose away from her the source of my misery and sticking my head out to take a deep breath. The first sight to greet me was Maria a foot or so away, smiling so big that her face must have hurt. I only got a quick glimpse though. Another finger stuffed me back in and she flexed her ass muscles again.
Brrrrrpt!
Another horrible fart, and I was much too weak to find against Cindy’s powerful glute muscles. I marinated in the stink, feeling beyond humiliated at this point at having zero choice but to sniff up as much of her gas as she decided would suffice.
“Think I got one more bro. Think it’s going to be a little bit of an SBD.”
I didn’t see it, but she winked at Maria, motioning for her to get closer since this one wouldn’t be as loud.
Ssssst!
I felt the hot air first, then a flinched at the crippling smell that followed. I knew taking farts point-blank would stink, but I didn’t imagine it would be this bad. It was worse than the first two combined, easily. I had to stifle a gag.
“I’m tired now. Think I could use a little nap.”
Before my torso was completely freed, Cindy turned over. In the space of an instant I was half-buried in her crack, then fell onto my bed to see the tight yoga pants coming down, and finally was encased in swampy darkness. Her weight was on top of me again. Everything was soft, squishy, oppressive butt. Her scent permeated underneath, feminine, musky, and raw.
“I didn’t realize how sleepy I was. It’s probably because you’re such a good butt cushion ‘little’ bro.”
Cindy wiggled again slightly, then settled. She waited about 30 seconds, laying on top of me like she was really about to fall asleep. Once she felt enough time had passed for the scene, she sat up, monumentally increasing the pressure on me.
“Okay. I think we should cut it there. Then, we should close the blinds a bit to make it look like I was sleeping for a while, and we can get to filming the ending.”
Her bratty demeanor was instantly replaced by the joyful carefree intonation from earlier. I squirmed. Either Cindy didn’t notice, or she didn’t care.
“This video is turning out amazing. I’ve got so many good shots already. I think this one’s gonna be a hit!”
The two talked while Cindy remained planted on top of me. I couldn’t breathe under her butt, and while tinies don’t need that much air, you still feel like you’re suffocating. I was in duress under her fat butt even if I wasn’t exactly in danger.
“I’m super excited to see it! This just feels different!”
I could hear my blinds twisting closed some more just like Cindy asked. I kept wriggling in hopes that I’d either free myself or get Cindy to acknowledge me. Neither happened; she laid back down and the camera beeped, indicating we were filming again. I was still in partial panic from lack of air even though I knew I really shouldn’t be.
Cindy sat up again, stretched, and yawned. It wasn’t the greatest acting, but that’s not really what anyone was looking for.
“What a great nap. You sleep well, bro?”
She stood up, this time sliding her finger down her pants to make sure I didn’t come up with her. I gasped in some fresh air, excited to finally be out of her ass for a little bit. Cindy looked over her shoulder at me, not turning around. I didn’t know how to react, so I just picked a lane and hoped she would be able to improvise.
“No! You almost smothered me under your gross ass!”
She turned around at that and smiled. Evilly.
“You think it’s gross, hmm? Maybe you should get a little bit better acquainted.”
Her fingers slipped around my shirt, pulling me up to her face.
“Sure doesn’t seem right to leave my tiny brother all alone, but I still have that dumb exam to study for. Luckily, I know a place where I can keep you nice and safe while I sit at my desk all night.”
She pointed her ass directly at the camera and yanked her pants back. I hovered in the air, feet dangling as I looked down at her underwear. It was a pale yellow thong that matched her shirt. Maria took a few steps so that she could get my disappearance on camera. Cindy dropped me and I slid down her back. When I got to the waistband of her underwear, my foot got caught in it and I tumbled over, landing face-first into the soft cotton of her thong.
SNAP!
She walked out the door. With each step she took, her two meaty cheeks mashed against me, scraping my body continuously between the bare skin. The meat grinding continued until Maria finally called out “Recording’s done!”
She turned around and practically sprinted over to Maria. I got a little dizzy from all the wobbling and jiggling.
“I can’t wait to see everything. I think we should edit this one first so that we have a better idea of what everything will look like.”
She sat down in front of the laptop she’d placed on Maria’s desk.
“Uhh…Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Cindy paused for about 10 seconds until she finally remembered the tiny man trapped under nearly her entire body weight.
“Oh yeah!”
The pressure on me eased and light flittered in from above. Two fingers came in, pinched me, and pulled me out of my prison against her panties. I was ready to be furious with Cindy, but her dazzling smile helped calm me down before her mouth even opened.
“You did a really great job in that one. Why don’t you sit right here while we edit this video.”
She placed me on her left breast and started mousing around on the computer.
“Y’know,” she purred down at me. “It’s a little chilly in here. If you start getting cold, it’d probably be a little warmer for you if you snuggled up in here.”
She snaked a finger suggestively between her breasts. My face turned red.
“I, uhh…”
“It’s up to you, but no need to be shy. Plus, you’re gonna need your rest. We have four more videos to shoot today.”
She looked down at me and winked. Well, why not? It sounded like all the upside of being under butt without the atrocious smell attached. I slid my way in as the video editing software sprung up.
--- (A month later) ---
Cindy released the videos we’d recorded at a pace of one per week. After the first one was uploaded, she sent me an excited text. The sales had far exceeded even her most optimistic expectations! True to her word, I received a sizable deposit in my bank account. Not like, filthy rich life-changing money, but a lot more than I’d ever made working weekly at the old grocery store.
Having some money come in gave me hope that I could start working on getting a little space alone and having a life of my own. At least a little bit. Cindy and I had a shoot planned for this weekend so she could get another backlog going.
Which is why I was surprised when she gave me a call.
“Hello?”
“Hey cutie. I just realized, have we talked about SquishCon yet?”
“Uh…No? Is it what I think it is?”
Zero hesitation.
“It sure is! Anyway, I’ve been getting a lot of messages from other creators about you. If you’d be willing to book sessions, record some clips, that kind of thing. I explained to them the arrangement we made and how much of a cut you get. Every girl I talked to was quite interested. Maria agreed to be a camerawoman for as much of the three days as you can book. She also said she’d manage your schedule and make sure you can get everywhere you need to go. Don’t let her make you think it’s because she’s doing you a favor, though. She just wants to watch you get smushed in some big, sexy bodies. Getting to watch that in person is more than enough reward for her.”
My mouth went dry. Did she say 3 days!?
“So…How many other models did you talk to?”
Cindy seemed to pause for a little bit, apparently having to think about it.
“Ten in the past week. A lot more since that first video released. I can forward all their emails to you if you’re okay with it.”
I hadn’t exactly loved filming with Cindy, but it was nice I’d been able to put money away to make myself a little shed on my parents’ property. I had other plans for how to make myself more comfortable despite my disability, and I could really springboard things along if I went and met up with these girls.
“Yeah. If you could, that would be great.”
“Sure thing sweetie. Oh! And don’t bother getting a hotel. I checked and found out there’s a free room right between my left boob and my right boob for you. They say they miss you!”
She blew me a kiss through the phone and hung up. Soon after, message after message poured into the email I had made just for dealing with my business with Cindy. I just sat there dumbfounded.
“SquishCon, huh? Really?”