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Rajiv and the Micro Invasion of Fattr

Rajiv, a young chub enjoying his first 40 pounds, browsed through his feed on Fattr.

“Stop pretending to be micros when you’re not micros, you’re biggies,” typed Carrot Rumplespice. “Micros are being appropriated and objectified by biggies and it’s not fair, it’s got to stop. If you don’t understand this, you are part of the problem!”

“I’m as much of a micro as you are,” retorted FatAss29 in reply. “Stop pretending you’re a real micro who is 3 inches tall when we all know that’s bullshit. If you have a sexual fantasy of being 3 inches tall then that’s okay, you can role-play that with consent just like I do, but just stop fucking pretending it’s real and going after everyone else who is only DOING THE EXACT SAME THING AS YOU.”

“I AM ONLY 3 INCHES TALL YOU BIGGIE BIGOT FUCKWIT!” lashed back Carrot Rumplespice. “Look at my photos, they’re real, unlike yours, where everyone can tell you’ve used PhotoShop to shrink yourself. Don’t comment on things you don’t understand. You are the bane of this community. Go fuck off!”

Rajiv had been watching this drama unfold for the last month. There was a craze going on where people were editing their photos to make themselves look tiny, posing next to objects like pens, paperclips and cups in order to emphasise their tininess. Then all these other people, calling themselves “micros”, posting similar pictures of themselves, started getting angry, saying they themselves were bone fide tiny people and that the people pretending to be them were guilty of “appropriation” and making people believe they were not real.

“We were here before you, you just jumped on the bandwagon to pursue your bonkers psycho-fantasy” accused FatAss23.

“BULLSHIT!” raged back Carrot Rumplespice. “WE were here before YOU, then you started to copy us and pretend to be like us, you bunch of biggie flaking flakey fake micro wannabes.”

BigBearXXX, Fattrceleb with over 9000 follows, thumped his mighty paws into his keyboard, banging out his call to action:

“Fattr, BAN all of these micro idiots NOW! I can’t log in without having to watch these stupid, stupid conversations and arguments going on, and I’ve had it up to here! I don’t give a shit whether they are real micros or fake micros or mental cases or whatever it is they are. These dumbwits don’t belong on Fattr. Fattr, if you really want to keep these people, go and create another site for them under your franchise and call it Micrr or something. If these Micro retards are not got rid of NOW I’m leaving.”

Rajiv watched as over 400 likes swiftly accrued for BigBearXXX’s post, along with a stream of comments from people echoing his opinions and threatening to take their profiles off Fattr and move their content to Fwitter instead if something was not done about “the Micro problem”.

BigBearXXX thundered on and on, blasting Fattr for “putting commercial interests before community” and threatening not to renew his premium Fattr subscription costing 27 cents a day and to campaign for everyone else to do the same unless “something is done NOW”. That was a good few minute’s work, he thought gratifyingly to himself, as he switched tabs to peruse his takings on his OnlyFans account, where thanks to the audience Fattr had let him access, he was now making enough money to pay more than half his weekly shopping bills.

The Fattr admins trembled before the rage of BigBearXXX and his legion of acolytes.

A special admin message popped out at the top of Rajiv’s screen.

“IMPORTANT NOTICE: Micro profiles are now prohibited on Fattr, and we will be taking enforcement action on this beginning in 3 days time. However, micro RP remains welcome on DogSpace, and self-identified authentic micros remain welcome on Weabie.”

*

Over a month later, Rajiv was chatting on Fattr to Joel.

“I wonder what happened with all that make-believe micro nonsense?” Rajiv asked.

“Oh they’re real, all right,” typed back Joel.

What followed was the most extraordinary conversation Rajiv had had on the site, up to that point. Joel told him about a micro, Meadow Copperpebbles, who wanted to hook up with him for a feeding session. “I wasn’t interested in that, those tiny little people are not my thing,” Joel explained, “but we became friendly, and he came round to visit me a couple of times.”

“So these little people,” typed Rajiv, “only a few inches tall - you’re saying they’re real?”

Joel affirmed they were, adding “prickly characters, though,” and the next day, he came back to Rajiv with another message:

“So I was talking to Meadow earlier, and he agreed I could put you in touch with him, if you’re really interested. His profile name is MCop. It’s a blank profile. If you notice, there’s been a big influx of blank profiles lately. Most of them are micros trying to sneak back into Fattr. Dogspace and Weabie don’t interest them. They know this is the best place for all the bellies and gainers, and that’s what they’re after.”

*

“Hi,” Rajiv cautiously messaged MCop. He did not know what to say, and was not sure what his own feelings were about the whole micro thing, except he knew it made him really, really curious.

“Things have been tough for us since the persecutions began,” came the reply. “Goddamn I hate those fascist fuckwits! The things I would do to punish them if I was less scrupulous than I am!”

“You mean the ban?” asked Rajiv.

“You’d better not tell anyone who I am.”

“You’re safe with me, Meadow.”

“So… what’re you into?”

“I dunno. Curious about the micro fetish, I’m micro-curious I guess.”

“Micro fetish? Micro-curious? Pffttt! Mate, you’ve got to understand, we are not a kink, WE ARE A SPECIES OF OUR OWN! You’ve made me feel all sexually objectified now.”

“I am really sorry, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, please forgive me.”

“So…what’re you into?”

Rajiv paused, thinking carefully. “I’m not sure how to answer that,” he typed.

“What do you fantasise about doing with us?”

“Do you know that scene in Gulliver’s Travels, where the miniature Lilliputians tie Gulliver up in his sleep, and when he wakes up he is completely helpless and at their mercy, unable to move a muscle? I’ve always found that really hot. I’ve not talked about it to anyone else tbh. I’d love to have that done to me, then for there to be lots of feeding and sex.”

Meadow replied with a smiling devil emoji and the question “Which date pls”.

“Um?” replied Rajiv.

“Me and my boys are coming over to you in the middle of the night to tie you up, stuff your belly with food and fuck around with you. Pls provide convenient date.”

“Errr this is going a bit fast?”

“Oh not another fucking timewaster! You biggies are all like this, flakes and time-wasters the lot of you. You look big and you eat big and you talk big, then you wuss out. Every fucking time! There isn’t a single real person amongst you, you’re all flakes.”

Rajiv rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. Was this conversation even worth continuing? Anyone else and I would block them right now, he thought, but I’m just so curious about this I’ve got to go forward with it.

“So… you are really like 3 inches?”

“3.1987 inches.”

“Tall?”

“What do you think, cock size?”

“I mean…you are really, truly, a micro?”

“Why are you biggies all so dumb???”

“I’m not dumb, I’m asking. Like, if people like you are real, why aren’t you on television or anything?”

“Typical biggie! Obsessed with television, watches television every spare hour of the day. If it’s not on television it’s not real. Television and online is your whole reality.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just asking, I didn’t mean to offend.”

There was then a long pause.

“So when do you guys wanna do this?” Rajiv asked.

“That’s the question I asked you, Mr Flakey McFlakeybiggieperson.”

Rajiv felt confused, not sure what to say. This all seemed so crazy but he did not want all of this to drop, he had to see what all of this was.

“I go to bed at 11 and am usually asleep by midnight. I’m off work tomorrow.”

“When you wake up tomorrow morning, we’ll be there.”

“Hold on, how will you get here, and how will you get in?”

“We have ways.”

“Don’t you need my address.”

“I already know. We’ve been working for the Russians for decades.”

Fuck, thought Rajiv, this is weird.

“Umm, should we chat about all of this a bit more first?” he typed.

“You biggies are always playing the back-and-forth dm'ing game and it’s so tiresome.”

Rajiv felt his blood boiling, but still did not want to give up on this.

“Well, y'know, you know my address without me having told you and you’re planning to break into my home while I’m asleep and tie me up and do what-not to me…so…err…maybe we could discuss the details first, the consent issues & all.”

There was a long pause.

Suddenly, Rajiv’s inbox was being flooded with dozens of dms from blank profiles, all of whom seemed to be Meadow’s micro friends. They were asking all sorts of bizarre and lewd questions, such as whether he would agree to shove them up his ass, or sit on them or squash them, or fart on them, or swallow them up and even shit them out the other end. There were so many messages coming in like this, frequently repeating the same questions others had already asked and he had already answered, that he began to feel overwhelmed and pissed off.

“I can’t talk to you all one at a time like this, there are too many of you, I can’t keep up with all this convo,” he messaged Meadow.

They agreed Meadow would act as the group’s general spokesperson, to keep things simpler. No swallowing, going up my ass, fart play or squashing, Rajiv insisted, explaining these things, along with various other requests he received, were probably either too dangerous or simply not to his taste. But bondage, feeding and sexual petting is okay. Meadow agreed to make these rules clear to the group. They also agreed on a “safe word” which Rajiv could utter if it ever got too much: “BigBearXXXSucksMicroCock”.

“You’d better be ready cos we’ll be there when you wake up tomorrow!” Meadow warned.

*

As the day wore on, Rajiv found himself becoming more excited, but more nervous also. This was so surreal. Could it all be real or is it a massive wind-up? What if this is a hoax someone is playing to make fun out of me? Or what if this is real, and it turns out to be something really dangerous? He could not stop the thoughts swirling around his mind. As it got later into the evening, though, his mind began to calm. None of this can all be real, he thought. I will wake up tomorrow and everything will be normal. He ate some chocolate and some eccles cake, brushed the crumbs off his bed then sank into a slumber.

Languidly re-emerging into consciousness, Rajiv’s first sensations were of an almost imperceptible itching or tickling all across his body, but his sleep was so heavy his eyes did not open, or his mind gear into action, for a good hour or so. Then he suddenly jolted, meaning to turn himself over in bed, only to realise, in terror, that he was tied down fast to the bed by thousands of minute but strong, tightly-wound little threads, completely naked, and there were a swarm of little people - dozens of them, he estimated - crawling all over him, caressing his great curves and trampolining delightedly on his soft bouncy flesh, sprawling themselves out all over him, stimulating him with their hands, feets, mouths, everything.

One tiny chap marched up Rajiv’s chest and gazed triumphantly into his eyes.

“Didn’t think we’d come, did you?” he said jovially. “This is the same thing we did to Jonathan Swift. He was an interesting one. Put his bondage experience with us into one of his stories. Risky stuff, you know. We could have been found out and stuff.”

“But we’re not so worried about all that now,” said a second little person, “we’re fed up with being repressed into silence about our biggies kink. It’s time to come out into the open. Who cares what all the other micros think? Who cares what the biggies say? Us lot love biggies, the bigger and fatter the better!”

Rajiv stared at the first little man in astonishment. “You’re…Meadow?”

“Meadow Copperpebbles at your service, sir,” said Meadow Copperpebbles, as he took a dignified bow.

“And now what?” asked Rajiv.

“Breakfast!” said Meadow Copperpebbles, who drew a bell out of his coat pocket and rang it loudly. Rajiv saw a line of micros, carrying morsels of bacon, eggs and toast on small spoons, emerging from the horizon of his round belly in front of him, marching up his chest and towards his mouth.

“Open wide, fatty!” ordered Meadow. Rajiv gulped down small spoonful after small spoonful. The morsels came slowly at first, then faster.

This feels so good, thought Rajiv, as the taste of the food warmed his tongue, his belly swelled, and he felt his body, his belly and tits especially, being titillated and worshipped in every way possible.

“Mmmmmm!” Rajiv moaned, as delicious, erotic sensations went coarsing through his dick and balls. These little guys sure knew what they were doing.

Soon, the micros were getting aroused as well, dropping off their clothes and grinding their dicks into Rajiv’s warm, blubbery flesh.

“Nimbus, where are you?” came Meadow’s voice.

“Here,” said Nimbus.

“Do his guturis”.

The smallest micro of them all, Nimbus, less than a fifth of an inch tall, climbed out of Rajiv’s ear lobe, which he had been frolicking with, crawled across Rajiv’s face then shot right into his mouth and down his throat.

That was weird and I didn’t consent to that, thought Rajiv, an uncomfortable expression appearing on his face.

“Nimbus will go into your belly and find your guturis, a sexual organ in your belly which is very much like a female’s clitoris,” explained Meadow. “He’s a pro. Once he gets started you’ll be begging him not to stop.”

Moments later, Rajiv felt an erotic, sensual feeling in his belly, better than anything he had felt before. It was driving him wild. His big, bulging belly was being tantalised from the outside and from the inside by these randy sexy little men, becoming a massive erogenous zone, and he could not get enough of it. On and on and on and on it went.

“This feels so good!” he groaned as he felt his tits, belly, thighs, dick, balls, buttocks and asshole being ingeniously manipulated all at once by more than a hundred tiny hands, feet, lips, tongues and dicks. “Oh god, I think I’m going to cum!”

“You cum when I say so, fatboy,” leered Meadow, standing on Rajiv’s chin and jerking off his dick over Rajiv’s mouth, so Rajiv could smell and almost taste it.

“Oh yes, oh yes!” wailed Rajiv, more aroused than he had ever been in his life. He felt at least one of the little people burrowing deep up his ass. “Oh yes, yes, yes!” he shrieked, hardly able to believe how good it felt. I didn’t give consent to them going up my ass, he thought to himself, but fuck it feels so good.

A series of other little people joined Meadow on Rajiv’s chin, wanking furiously over his mouth.

“Take that, you fat fuck!” said Meadow, bursting forth an impressive stream of thick hot white cum into Rajiv’s mouth. Moments later, the others blew their loads in unison, almost drowning Rajiv’s throat in spunk.

“Unnggghhhh!” cried Rajiv, as it gurgled down his gullet.

Meadow looked into Rajiv’s eyes wickedly. “Wait for it,” he rasped.

Rajiv felt a curious rumbling in his tummy, and then, before he knew it, his body, and especially his belly, was expanding, getting thicker, curvier, fatter, softer. 

“Mirror!” called Meadow.

Some micros further down the bed raised a mirror in front of Rajiv, and he sat there, watching himself all tied up, with these horny miniature guys lusting all over him, as his body blew up and up and up.

A vigorous thrust up his backside and tingling, tickling under his balls pushed him over the edge, and his cock erupted with white foam, giving him the best orgasm of his life, as the randy little guys rushed into the shower of hot thick liquid, rolling and splashing themselves around in it, lapping it up like the greediest, most insatiable nymphomaniacs on the planet. A massive fart erupted out of his ass, and as Nimbus shot out of it like a projectile missile, at least three or four micros rushed in, frenziedly thrusting themselves as far up there as they could, their little noses sniffing, inhaling, consuming as much as they possibly could. I did not consent to fartplay, Rajiv thought indignantly, but by God that was good.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Rajiv roared and moaned, his newly-fattened body trembling and shaking with gushing orgasmic pleasure, tearing asunder the cords that bound him.

“Now for a photo,” said Meadow, standing at the far side of the bed holding the smallest camera Rajiv had ever seen.

Rajiv gazed at himself in the mirror. He looked fatter, rounder, hotter, sexier than he had ever been.

“You won’t stay like this forever, you know,” said Rajiv, “your size will go back to normal after a little while, so if you want to capture how you look now, now is the moment to take a snap.”

All of the micros, with the exception of Meadow, who held the camera at the end of the bed, positioned themselves triumphantly on Rajiv’s massive fat bloated belly and fatpad.

“You can put this on Fattr,” said Meadow, “even if you have to crop out your crotch for the public photo.”

“But you know what they’re like there, you know the rules banning micros,” said Rajiv. “Can you take a shot of me without you guys in it? I’ll get away with that, although everyone will put it down to amazing photo-editing techniques.”

“Are you ashamed of us, then, is that it?” accused Meadow. “Had your fun with us and now you’re chucking us away and are too proud to be associated with us? Is that it? Typical! This is what biggies are like. Every single time! Use us then let us down!”

“No, no, no,” protested Rajiv, “it’s not that at all, I really respect, really value you, all of you.”

“If that’s true,” said Meadow, “then post the photo on Fattr. I’ll send it to you later. Tell your story about what happened between you and us. Show them we’re real. Show them they can’t just keep denying us and banning us.”

At that moment, a haze of blissful orgasm-induced lethargy came over Rajiv. “Come on, hurry up, we’ve got to get to the next one,” he heard someone say, and then he fell asleep, not awakening until 6pm that evening.

*

Soon after waking and drinking a cup of hot coffee, Rajiv logged onto Fattr. A pop-up message from the admins opened up, dominating the screen.

“IMPORTANT NOTICE: Over the last 24 hours there has been a persistent effort to flood the global feed with claims about micro persons being real and artificially edited photos of members alongside alleged micro persons. These actions are against our site guidelines, and henceforth, any infringements of this nature will result in the user being permanently banned from our site.”

Rajiv looked for his messages from MCop and the other micros. They were all gone, and so were all their profiles.