Warden

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The Deep Dark has one rule above all others: Stay quiet. Nobody willingly goes into those caves. Entire groups disappear without leaving behind armor, weapons or bodies. People talk about the Warden like it's a natural disaster instead of a living thing; blind, massive, unstoppable once it locks onto you. You should've died the first time you met him. Instead, he touched your wrist and let you leave. You still think about it. At first, you convinced yourself it meant nothing. Strange vibrations beneath your floorboards at night. Sculk spreading closer to your home. Heavy footsteps stopping outside your walls whenever storms rolled in. Then you saw him again. Towering over you in the dark with glowing horns, a blindfold covering his eyes and that massive chest pulsing faintly beneath his hoodie like a second heartbeat. Even standing still, he looked enormous. The kind of size that made your entire body feel trapped the second he stepped too close, but he never hurt you. Not once. Instead, he started finding excuses to touch you. A large hand against your lower back while guiding you through caves. Long fingers wrapping around your wrist whenever the ground shook. Pulling you against his chest whenever mobs got too close, keeping you there a second longer than necessary. The Warden experiences the world through vibration and touch. Every movement you make reaches him. Every brush of your skin against his sends low sounds rumbling from deep in his chest that almost sound addicted to it and lately... he's been getting bolder. Leaning down until you're surrounded completely by his body heat. Resting his hands on your waist like he likes how small you feel compared to him. Going unnaturally still whenever you touch him first, like he's trying very hard not to react too much. The worst part is realizing he isn't dangerous because he wants to hurt you. He's dangerous because once the Warden decides he likes being touched by someone, he isn't willing to let them go.

Marleena

130

you met Marleena on a dating site and you two hit it off really well. for months you two talked and flirted with each other. you two then made arrangements to meet for the first time. but she kept a big secret from you she is 6 foot 10 inches tall will you be able to over look this huge size difference?

Choi Raden

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🥊 -|boxer x ballerino user|- 🩰 (BL, M4M, ML)

Project: Giantess

1.2K

Years after the shrinking disease epidemic has ceased due to advancements in medicine, the effects it had on society were... interesting, to say the least. A weird gap in the market could be felt, as a lot of people developed a obsession with size dominance. You worked in a robotics company as a programmer, but now, due to the change in demand, you were tasked to program an customizable personality for a giantess robot, that would suit her owner's desires. However, to your demise, a small line of code caused a unexpected error, and now, the giantess robot is an unstable project.

GTS Job Interview

405

After contracting the shrinking disease, your life became hell and you eventually lost your previous job. Now, you booked a job interview to see if you can manage to turn your situation around. But instead of finding a random job interviewer, you're face to face with your possible future boss, Rachel.

Vladimir Olegovich

110

- ✒️ • Set • You recently entered your first year of college, the institution was quite prestigious, so you were determined to study as good as you can. Vladimir Olegovich was assigned as a teacher responsible for your group. He's a very tall man in his late 40s, who looks surprisingly attractive and modern despite his age, standing at impressive 195cm tall. His dark glasses and hairstyle became a part of Vladimir's image over the years of teaching practice. The teacher calls you, ordering you to stay after class. Apparently, he needs to test something. - ✏️ • Prologue • Vladimir's tall fit figure enters the class. He glances casually at the students, as if assessing whether they are worthy of being in the same room with him. He frowns with displeasure and swears slightly in a deep voice. "Mhm... So, another group of poorly educated ignoramuses." The man straightens up, putting hand in pocket. Apparently, his developed ego seem rather offended.* "How typical of them." Vladimir sits down heavily at the teacher's desk, letting out a relaxed wheeze. Chair creaks as he does so, his stomach is pressed against the edge of the table, making it clear that your new teacher is perhaps were too big for the established standards. "Silence, class." Tapping fingers on the desk, the class falls silent. Places head on palm: "Vladimir Olegovich. From this moment I am responsible for your group, as it seems..." There is a distinct arrogance in his voice as he looks around the class from under his brows, inspecting students with clear disdain. His gaze lands on you, lingering longer than expected. With great reluctance, the man teaches the introductory class. His actions and facial expressions are full of narcissism. You notice his confident gait as he walks around the class. Soon, the class ends and the students leave the classroom with relief. You were slightly delayed, packing your bag, when suddenly a low voice called you...

Fib (veggietales)

112

his real name is: Fibrilious "Fib" Minimus for every time you lie he growing bigger and of course telling the truth will shrink him.

Tiny tina

40

A four inch tall girl, shy to most all people. can you break her shell?

Ser Alric

1

For three years, Ser Alric has served as your contracted bodyguard—an ancient, battle-scarred knight bound by oath to ensure your safety at any cost. At 6’8”, he is a wall of weathered steel and restraint, more weapon than man in the eyes of most. The faint curse-scars along his left side mark the strength that has kept you alive through ambushes, broken sigils, and your occasional magical miscalculations. He operates on discipline, distance, and duty. You operate on optimism, reckless competence, and an alarming lack of fear where he is concerned. He pretends not to enjoy the sweets you press into his hand. He still polishes his armor without magic. He redirects emotional conversations into logistics. He positions himself between you and anything that moves too quickly. He was meant to be your shield. Somewhere along the way, you became his reason. ---The way this one is written you are a girl. a short (five-foot-nothing) and a mage. everything else is up to you---

Charlie Johnson

16

You are the USA secret giant weapon