Mona felt like celebrating. It was a special night. She’d finished her final exam of her final class of her final year. The time had come to begin her life. And she decided, for the first time in too long, that she’d hit the club. She put on her nicest dress, loaded up her matching purse, and picked the dance club across down.
This was just what she needed.
The moment she walked through the door, she felt that same sting of anxiety that kept her from going to the club most weekends.

Martin thumped through the front door. It had been a long, tiring day and he was looking forward to nothing more than some reheated leftovers, some movies he’d seen a dozen times, and an early bedtime to make up for it. He should have known things weren’t going to go his way when the moment he dropped his bag, the doorbell rang. After taking a moment to curse the cosmos for its timing, he turned and opened the door. A delivery person was already getting back into his van, and a cardb

Shantails murmured pleasantly as she cuddled a little closer into the embrace of her "big spoon.” It was always a pleasure to serve a new master. … Well, not always. Some masters could be a little trying, but it was always wonderfully fulfilling to grant wishes and serve a master regardless of their disposition. But rare was a master who was this much of a pleasure to serve. The wishes had been a fun couple of desires to fulfill so far, but right now she and her master were indulgin

Crystal passed along the crowded parking lot. It had been taken over by a flea market, and that was usually a good enough distraction to fill an afternoon. The young dragoness preferred to hang out in crowds. She was a people person, and though it was probably a bit immodest to say it, she was very attractive. It was nice sometimes to catch someone looking at her lean body, or ogling her chest, or eyeing the impressive bulge in her shorts. Made a girl feel special.
The stall that had caught her

Like You
Saelria walked in her enthusiastic, bouncy little way through the aisles of the antique store. While she probably would have had a bouncy walk regardless of what she was–she was that sort of person, a happy and bubbly sort–she was a goo dragon, and thus bouncy was in her very nature. Her curvy body wobbled and giggled with each step, translucent blue goo glistening in the dim light of the dusty old store.
“Ooh…” Saelria murmured, picking up a curio that ca

Cupcake


Dana smiled as she sensed the rubbing on the outside of her bottle. It had been a terribly long wait since the last time she’d been summoned. That happened from time to time. Such was the danger of making one’s home in a bottle. Living in something which could be moved, and thus misplaced, was a bit fraught. Not being able to leave it until summoned made things even more complicated. It meant that things like shipwrecks and robberies

Edna murmured dreamily, slowly sliding from sleep. In the fuzzy haze of sleepiness, she couldn’t quite remember

why

she felt so good, only that she did. She rolled to her back and stretched, tensing her muscles. As her thighs squeezed together and her glutes tensed, she felt something, the wriggle of smoothing nuzzling against her pucker, tucked tight between her cheek

s. Instantly her eyes

Retro


“Thank you so much for stopping by!” Krystal said brightly, waving to the final customer of the day.


It had been a long, lucrative day at the shop, but she was glad it was over. Selling genie bottles and lamps was a surprisingly tiring line of work, particularly when so many customers couldn’t keep their hands to themselves and kept on getting sucked inside the merchandise. Still, a bottle wit

Miles calibrated the emitter and brushed some sweat from his brow. The device he was working on took a
lot
of power. So much that there were very strict controls on when it could be activated for testing purposes. The testing periods came at irregular intervals, whenever other major systems weren’t running anything major, and thus he seldom had much warning when one would be coming along. Like today, for example. He’d had all of three hours of prep-t

Demi couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she pushed the shopping cart down the aisle. Her and Silvia’s relationship had been going better than Demi ever could have hoped. After so many years of being anxious that she would never be interesting enough to attract a lover or comfortable enough with them to not chase them away, she was now celebrating her one month anniversary. The pair went everywhere together, though Demi had gotten into the habit of bringing a towel and a change o

Demi fiddled with her hair and swirled a white wine. She was always so shy and retiring at bars. By rights, she shouldn’t have been. She was gorgeous. Elegant, confident beauty that belied her meekness, a body that was lean and attractive, with just enough curviness to avoid being called skinny. Fashion was never a problem for her. She was wearing a sleeveless, strapless dress that hugged her body nicely. She would be a catch for anyone in this place. But while a photo of her on a dating p

Few parlor games have had a greater influence on school policies than “Filthy Clean.” It is likely the game would have remained as harmless as its predecessor, Truth or Dare, if not for the “resizing event” that led to such a large proportion of the human population ending up as “tinies.” It just so happened that alcohol, games that urge people to push their limits, and the presence of snack-sized people was a recipe for long conversations about where a given

Shantails sighed contentedly to herself. She didn’t know how long she’d been tucked into her little lamp, but she really didn’t care. Having such a cozy, snug container to pack herself into, feeling it squeeze and squish her body against its cool, smooth insides, really made the time fly. Really, there was only one thing better than wriggling into her lamp for a while between masters, and that was when a master finally came along to give the lamp a rub.

Lissa purred in delight as she slid her tight, shiny bodice back over her chest. She’d taken care to choose her outfit well, a one piece, body hugging, sleeveless outfit. It was so tight it may as well have been painted from her boobs to her hips, then continued as a loin cloth in front and back with nothing underneath. The better to have easy access, after all. This was her first trip to earth in entirely too long, and she was determined to make it worth her while.

The sound of the hourly ring from the Chaldea Academy bell tower echoed metallically throughout the school building and its sprawling grounds, startling Inugami Nagisa out of her focused state right as she'd finally managed to achieve it. As the chimes rolled into the empty classroom, one after another, she sighed and stretched her lanky arms above her head, her school blazer rustling as it was pushed into a position not intended by its designer, as most clothes Nagisa tended to wear did.

Saelria padded along the hallway of her shared apartment. She was feeling bored. Because of the wildly divergent schedules among her roommates, there was a multi-hour chunk of the day when she was the only one around, and she tended to get a little stir crazy. The slime dragoness was a very social creature, and though she always had the little fishy in the fish bowl at the end of her tail to keep her company, it wasn’t the most stirling of conversationalists. Roundabout now, she’d ki

John yawned and rolled out of bed. He and his two friends had been roommates since they were freshmen in college, and had been rooming together since then. This was quite an achievement considering one of those friends was a girl, and they tended not to last very long in arrangements such as this. Still, it was a bit of a mixed blessing. On one hand, it meant they were able to afford an actual apartment on the edge of the campus. On the other hand, pulling that stunt meant they were a little too

A dragoness sat in one of two appropriately sized chairs in a waiting room. She was a striking specimen, black and gray scales along her sides and back, broad cream scales on her underbelly. They were all gleaming with a healthy shine. A mane of flowing, silky black hair ran from the top of her head and down her long neck, cascading to one side like a curtain. She seemed to huddle behind the hair, turning it to the world to obscure her face as she sniffed and whimpered lightly, eyes glistening w

Wendy crept carefully through the mansion. The vixen’s footsteps were light, only the creak of her red latex suit betraying her motion. For the last few months, Wendy and her fairy friend Meeta had been plagued by contraptions that crushed, captured, shifted and otherwise complicated their lives. While more than a few of the changes turned out to be an interesting distraction, if not for her friend’s mastery of magic any one of them could have been a permanent and very embarrassing p

The bespectacled cartoon bedbug vigorously rubbed her hands together and licked her crooked beak in expectation of gobbling a nice, long bit of man-meat. It was literally the only thing she wanted to do. As she wrapped one of her two pairs of hands around it, the very thought of knowing that the sensations he felt would direct his attentions and thoughts to her was intoxicating. She would have an audience. The very thought of the word sent a tingle through her shiny toon-bug body. She threw her

Tom pushed the compact box across the hardwood floor of the apartment. It was about the size of a carry-on suitcase, but it was so heavy he could barely lift it. Hence all the sliding.“What’s that?” Val asked.“It’s our new mattress!” he said, eagerly. “And just in time for bed.”“Oh, really? I thought we agreed we didn’t have the money for one right now,” she said.“I got it for free! Craig’s List,” he said.“Woah, woah, woah. A free mattress off Craig&

Tom and Val were both a little tipsy by the time the approached the address they’d been looking for.“Holey Moley,” Val said, cheeks rosy and expression filled with a forbidden thrill. “This place… they weren’t kidding about this place.”Toontown was a term that had been floating around for ages, but it usually conjured to mind characters with cheerful smiles and zany antics. It also usually conjured to mind a single location. While that first impression lingered in the minds

Ron sighed and checked the clock. He had a few hours before bed, and nothing better to do. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to put in some time on his favorite VR RPG. He grabbed his headset and cleared out a section of his bedroom floor so he wouldn’t trip over anything and slipped on the headset and gloves.Warning: Unusual Network Activity“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.The glitches in this game had been all over the news lately. Supposedly the company that manufactured it was star

“Ahahaha! Oh man! Those were the days,” laughed Gerdie.Three young ladies were sitting in the somewhat cramped central room of a college suite. In a normal house, calling this a living room would be a bit of an exaggeration, but since this was technically a dorm, it was head and shoulders above even the next level down in accommodations. And as it so happened, the room was more than big enough for three girls thanks to the fact that one of them was a victim of “the incident.”“Yeah, but

Seera hopped to her feet at the sound of the doorbell. It had been ages since she’d had anyone over. She was the overseer of four tinies, something that had been an honor during the school year, but now that everyone was waiting for travel restrictions to lift, it was getting to be a bit much for her. Tinies could be fun--she certainly had a fun relationship with the ones under her care, but there comes a point when hanging out with someone your own size is a nice change of pace.The rules

John tugged at the sleeve of his khaki shirt. They’d assigned the uniform, but as tended to be the case with uniforms, it wasn’t exactly a perfect fit. He had the mixed blessing to be tall and thin enough that he had to either go a size down and tack the word (tall) onto an outfit or go a size up and deal with it being baggy. His employers had decided to go for option C, which was giving him the non-tall version. It left him with a shirt that wasn’t quite long enough to stay tu

“Debra! … Debra!” shouted a portly young woman named Tanya.“What is it, Tanya,” replied her somewhat taller and thinner roommate.From Tanya’s tone, this was not the first time she’d called Debra. From Debra’s tone, she was getting pretty sick of being called.“We’re out of booze,” Tanya said.“I know. I said I was going shopping this afternoon.”Ever since the lockdown, tensions had been mounting in this particular apartment of the sorority building. Classe

Gretta fiddled with the belt of her skirt. It had been an exhausting week, and she was really looking forward unwinding with another trip to the club. She was a staple there, always the life of the party. When you tower over everyone else in the club, it’s hard not to be the center of attention. She loved it. But this trip was more badly needed than most. All week long she’d been a little uncomfortable. She felt bloated. The scale said she’d gained almost a hundred pounds, but

Dave adjusted his tie and glanced at the clock. Tonight was the night of his second date with… He still only really knew her as Drone-112. Until he met her, his contact with Drones had been limited to a few glimpses here or there, but he’d always assumed they at least had names beyond a few numbers. He’d have to see if he could delve a little deeper into that tonight. Probably the number one question he’d like an answer to was how exactly the previous date had ended. He had s

The growing popularity of “Filthy Clean” had continued to change things at the campus. When a substantial proportion of the student body is only a few inches tall, it simply wasn’t sensible to permit games where people are encouraged to get drunk and perform questionable acts. To be perfectly blunt, little people were getting eaten far too often for the campus staff’s taste. After an attempt to ban Filthy Clean had proved ineffective, they’d taken the next logical step. No

Danielle paced back and forth in her apartment, checking the clock and waiting. After the repeatedly botched attempts to surprise her girlfriend for their anniversary, she’d come to the conclusion that trying to do anything that involved another person was just not going to work. There were just too many moving parts, and too many holes that unsuspecting extra partners might get crammed into for any of her plans to have a chance at being flawless. Sure, it worked out for Patricia and Naomi

He fidgeted awkwardly as he looked at the tables that had been set up. This whole thing had been a silly idea. A speed date mixer. What was he thinking? Had anyone actually found someone to seriously date at a thing like this? The more he looked around, the more he realized this was just some in-person tinder or something. Just a chance to add a bunch of names to a contact book for some late night booty calls.None of those concerns really mattered though. He was already here. He may as well go t

It took a lot to get Gretta drunk, but it had been worth the effort. She was an impressive specimen by any measure. At 7’ 10”, she towered over just about everyone she came across. And she wasn’t a beanpole either. Estimating the weight of someone that far outside the average stature was difficult, but she had a thick build, nicely plump curves and the overall broad build of a powerhouse of an athlete. After drinking tequila out of the same glasses the rest of the crew had been dri

The last few days had been an uphill struggle. Danielle honestly thought the hardest part of this little operation would be retrieving her friend. Patricia. After all, how do you get a compressed human being out of another human being without the unaware predator noticing? The answer had involved an awful lot of alcohol and a strategically timed pull of the fire alarm.It turned out, and in retrospect this should have been obvious, convincing Patricia to give the whole operation a second try was

Patricia
knocked on the door to her friend’s apartment. Her text had been
vague, but urgent. I
need your help with a surprise for my anniversary with Lynn. It’ll
just take a few hours. I’ll owe you big time. It
must have been a pretty important surprise to need her to come over
at 6 am, but Danielle was a good friend and she wanted to do right by
her if she could.
“I
just hope this isn’t one of her ditzy moments,” Patricia muttered
as she glanced at her watch. “I swear, if she got

“I
really don’t know about this, guys,” Lisa said, clutching at her
fingers.
The
anxious young woman was standing in front of her bed, staring down at
its contents. She’d laid several mundane things out before her,
including a large suitcase, a smaller carry-on, and two metal
sunglass cases. There were also four things which were considerably
less mundane—at least until recently. Fifteen of her friends were
lined up on the bed. They were tinies, all roughly in the four-inch
range. Thou

Celia
had been practically floating on air when she’d gotten the
invitation. Ever since a few unfortunate occurrences had happened,
the combination of the old favorite party game “Filthy Clean” and
the substantial proportion of tinies attending the college had
required some changes to campus life. Filthy Clean was officially
disallowed for anyone attending the college. Naturally, that didn’t
put an end to the parties. The people throwing them just made them a
lot more secret and a lot mo

Jake
shuddered as the pod he was riding in came to a stop. The last few
weeks had been a blur. It all started when college let out for the
summer break. He was hard up for cash, so he'd taken a job as a night
watchman for a ranch in the rural part of the state. It was a weird
gig, basically involving him riding a quad bike around the edge at
night and making sure nothing came through the fence. In retrospect,
he should have listened to his roommate.
"Dude,
you're going to take a job that is

Kage
really couldn’t complain. Or at least, he shouldn’t
complain. He had a very important job. Secretary to Darya, the CEO of
Siminoff technologies. It paid pretty well. But it wasn’t without
its drawbacks. Darya was strict. And while he was barely below
average for a gray wolf, at 5’ 6”, Darya was downright Amazonian
at 11 ft tall (not counting her heels). It had a way of making an
already overbearing boss into a force of nature.
Right
now, the most irritating part of the job was the

Fen
tried to sit perfectly still in her chair. She was wearing a belly
shirt, which she typically didn’t have the confidence for. While
her girlfriend certainly seemed to feel it was adorable, Fen felt as
though her belly was just a bit too pudgy to be showing off. But
today, she felt as though something that exposed her belly button was
a natural and necessary piece of wardrobe.
When
someone knocked on her door, eased herself up and carefully walked to
the door to answer it.
“Fen!”
trille