
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
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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.
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*.
A big who isn't strictly cruel but doesn't really...'get' the idea of treating tinies as anything more than bugs. Scolded by their roommate whenever they press on out under thumb or squish one walking across the floor.
"Eh? They're like *ants*, can't have them building nests."
A normally gentle giant who still sees nanos as lesser. Adopting the outlook of "they're too small to last long anyway" as they idly wipe a finger across the table, leaving several near-imperceptible smears in their wake.
"They're probably too small to like...think anyway."
I do adore it when digestion is a drawn-out process that takes minutes or even hours. The enamoring contrast between a boy taking mere seconds to gulp you down alongside his meal, and the extended pain and dissolution you experience as your body fades in the depths of his tummy.





