#macrophilia
Hello, I’m looking for friends in second life with similar tastes. In SL I have a tiny avatar and I’m 9.5 inches = 0.26 m. If you are a giant, the same as me or you like tiny people, my name in SL is “KikePol”. Add me we could be friends. I am Spanish but I can speak English, it is not perfect but I defend myself. A hug.
Stunt Day.
You were over the moon when the actor who played Star Lord walked up to the table. You have always liked Chris Pratt. He seemed really nice, hilarious, and hot. You would find out later over time that all of these things were true. But this didn’t take away from the complete shock you were feeling as the actor stood over you. He smiled very happily and kindly down to you as he lowered his hand onto the table waiting for you to step on. Complying, you climbed onto his hand as you were embraced with warmth as his hand closed around you. After that he deposited you into his pocket and took you to your new home.
Adjusting to a new place is not very easy but Chris made it very easy for you. He was always helping you and making you laugh. You stayed with him most of the time so that way you were not in the huge world all by yourself. You were fine with this. You loved being around the giant actor. You even got to be around him while he was filming. The workers at Marvel even made adjustments to his costume so that there was a nice pocket for you to fit in while they were shooting.
One day though Chris had to do a stunt scene, and he did not feel like the pocket was the safest place for you. He felt that you might slip out, he might crash against a wall crushing you. There were many different outcomes that he did not like the look of. So he decided on a new place that he thought would offer you total safety, his armpit. It was on his body, there were hairs to hold onto, and you would be surrounded by his bulging arms the entire time. This way he would know you are still with him and that you had a secure place to be.
Now one thing he forgot to think about was how you would feel. You know your giant friend is notorious for having sweaty armpits. He even had to have someone blow dry his armpits in between takes so there wouldn’t be sweat stains. You had mixed feelings about the situation. One one hand you wanted to go in his armpit. It was a secret but you might have a slight armpit fetish. On the other hand you did not want to ruin your relationship with Chris if he found out. But you also didn’t want to be given to the film crew who knows where you would end up. Probably worshiping some of their feet. So you chose to go in his armpit which ultimately made Chris happy.
So when the time came Chris held out his hand as he said “It is time buddy, time to go into your new holding place just for today.” You looked up at him with unease across your face. This is really happening you thought in your head as you were lifted towards the awaiting pit.
It is not like you were unfamiliar with the smell of Chris’s sweat. You were in a pocket of his costume for multiple hours a day. You also were with him all the time on his body so you have gotten used to it. Well that got thrown out the window as your giant friend lifted his arm. Smelling his sweat from the source made your eyes water as the scent entered in your nose and filled all of your senses. You snapped out of your trance as you heard Chris tell you to grab a hair. Pulling yourself into the armpit you felt the hand fall out from underneath you leaving you holding onto his sweaty hairs.
You knew what was coming next, he was going to close his arm. But that did not mean that you were ready for the sweaty wall of bicep, skin and hair rapidly approaching you. It was like you were on a waffle iron watching as the top was lowered down ready to cook the batter inside. But in this case these walls were going to keep you inside this sweaty pocket of skin till Chris was done shooting.
It was a long three hours of shooting. Chris was worn out. Those stunts had taken a toll on his body and his energy. In his state of tiredness Chris had forgotten that he put you in his armpit. He still thought that you were in the pocket of his costume. He normally wouldn’t take you out until he got to the trailer.
Before he got to the trailer though, he was met with one of the film crew. They asked how Chris’s day went and the stunts went okay. Chris replied that “It was a pretty hard day. I did sustain some of these bruises and scrapes while on set.” He then lifted his shirt off to show his battle scars, but also happened to release you from your pit prison exposing you to the crew member.
The crew member’s eyes widened in shock seeing your tiny sweat soaked body clinging on for dear life to the hairs in front of you. You were not sure you were going to be able to hold on much longer. Chris questioned why the crew member’s face was in complete shock. He knew his injury was bad, but not that bad. Had it grown while he walked off set? He looked down only to see your tiny form struggling to hold on.
He quickly grabbed you and held you in his hand as he explained to the crew member what had happened. You don’t really know what happened next as you passed out. But when you woke up you found yourself in your tiny bed with a huge slice of chocolate cake waiting for you. You also no longer smelled like your giant friend’s armpit. Just the thought of the smell made you feel uneasy. You knew you would never let him live this down.
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Follow the Trail.
“Keep goin’ bro…you’re bound to find the treasure hidden down there, hehe!”
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Human Shrink Hormones.
Always be sure to read the packaging on any medicinal product, otherwise you may end up under the care of your own personal trainer…not that it would necessarily be a bad thing!
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Happy Together.
The natural odor of a Giant Master is what the tiny pets seem to enjoy and feel most comfortable. Especially when their owner is away working on their massive body and the little guys have to stay hidden in a locker.
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Summer Selfie Sunbathing.
Even your tiny needs to crisp sometimes…just make sure he doesn’t leave a tiny tanning impression on your chest!
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Cry it Out.
For most cocky young Giants, the best technique they’ve discovered for getting their freshly shrunken new ‘pets’ to submit to their new lives, is to just let them cry it out. Like small infants who have to take naps, the little men will cry themselves to sleep eventually. After a while, they come to the realization that there is no going back for them. That this is their new life, and that it’s one that they will enjoy with time.
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Play time Outside.
Every now and then the Giant allowed his pet to play outside, albeit, in a very limited capacity. It had to be a place where no one would ever see his tiny man run around, but also where the little couldn’t escape. The Porch railing seemed like a proper place.
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Climb the Mountain…and then Crawl into your New Home.
“That’s it little man, you gotta want it! I like my tinies strong and flexible. You look like you’d be good at both, but I had to test ya. Congratulations of course, now crawl on in there slave, and let me take you to your new home!”
(The Giant by the way is a ‘Viking God’ in real life, lol named Stian Bjornes from Norway.)
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Gotta Work for it, Bitch!
Not all Giants are that easy with their tiny pets, some like to see just how much of that ‘old life’ strength they still inherit. Just another way to break them down of course, reminding them that they are no match for the power of the Giant Owner!
In this scenerio, the little man has to work for his meal. Seeing how much he can dead lift, hoisting the enormous hand, freeing the beast that’s trapped within.
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Locked and Loaded.
It’s not always easy for those who lived as mini men in 2035. The whole idea was to secure population control by shrinking half the males (so they couldn’t procreate) and allow them to live normal lives in government regulated, small enclosures. Of course, it soon turned to an illegal operation of sorts for those who were shrunk against their will on the black market. The victims would be used as “pets” of sorts, ending up sold on the deep web as part of a tiny sex slave operation. It was up to undercover law enforcement to chase down the corrupt ‘Owners’ and free the tiny captives.
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Window Shopping.
It’s tough when the little men are so expensive, luckily there are reservations in place with a down payment. Each week the tiny gets to see his future owner pass him by until the lucky day comes when he finally gets to go home with him!
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Bounty Hunter.
Chris knew the best way to capture criminals these days was to use current forms of technology. This did not always mean using conventional methods, but sometimes thinking outside the box. On the outside, the weapon he used looked like an ordinary firearm. However, the lads back at the lab had manufactured a less lethal form of bullet. Now the subject would not die, but rather be shrunk down over a period of less than a minute. It was rather humorous watching them stagger out of their clothes and run a short bit before finally collapsing on the ground.
He bent down and looked at his latest capture. “That’s ten for the day. This new ammo is making my job a whole lot easier!”
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Losing Opponent.
Losing a match in this gym meant more than losing your pride. It also meant losing your size and humanity, something that the more experienced athletes were very happy to live by. The new guys were easy, ones who got too cocky and thought they could win. There were special cages from them.
“Don’t feel too bad little man, you still get to fight in the cage…of course the cage will be on one of the desks in the office! We like to have bets on ya here, so your dream of being a fighter won’t end due to your size. But the loser often gets taken home for the night, so hope that’s motivation for ya! Welcome to your new life.”
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